[Closed] Dancing with the Wolves

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn smiled. "I definitely will some time," He murmured, gazing down at their hands. He chuckled softly. "I really am looking forward to the weekend though, not often I get out without at least one of my brothers."

He located Tyler again, who was sitting alone at a bench staring at his hands now, could see Jacob and Cole heading towards him. "Looks like I'll have to be going here soon, Jacob's my only ride home. Here.." He grabbed a pen off the table, gently taking her hand in his right one and using the left to jot down his number. "Oh, and that's another thing. I'm left handed, Cole isn't." He smiled that genuine smile again.

[shaun michel foster]

She watched him write his number on her hand. She hoped it would wash off, otherwise she wouldn't hear the end of it. She smiled over at him. "I can write with either." She took a napkin from the holder, writing her name with her left, then her number with her right. She handed the napkin to him. "Guess I got you both beat." She said teasingly, then wrapped her arms gently around him, hugging him close.

"Mm.. You smell really good." She said with a smile, then spun around in her chair, slipping off of it. She grabbed her bag and her phone, then headed out the door.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn laughed softly at this. "Whateverrr," He huffed with a grin, pocketing the napkin. He hummed faintly a the hug and the words, hugging her gently back, watching her go before pulling himself into the wheelchair and heading towards the others so they could go home.