Hunter, looking at the field, spotted a golden head bob out to the field and clap its tiny hands. Mini targets popped up. Hunter stared, mesmerized by those golden locks. Of course, he would never admit, but he might have been I tiny bit in love with her. He watched her.
"You can't change anything unless you can discard part of yourself too. To surpass monsters, you must be willing to abandon your humanity"-Armin Arlet
5000th post 8/3/13