[From Mexico City. But you were close. I speak it.
Don't move far; I'll be there soon.
She moves to grab one of the particularly girlish quilts off of a chair in her room, before she stuffs it into a brimming backpack and starts to make her way out of her window. It shouldn't be long; she'll just hop on the backside of the bus as it goes, ride it down the way to the other side of the town.
The child does eventually appear from down the road, her green backpack on her shoulders and a sort of easy-going way about her; her sunglasses are heart-shaped, and she's smacking on some pink bubblegum as she goes. When she's close enough, she breathes in, puts Jean's scent to memory. This is an important person... A very important person, to her father.]
Hola, Jean. Soy yo — Laura.
... Where did you come from?
[It's not very usual that new people are drenched to the bone.]
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Don't move far; I'll be there soon.
She moves to grab one of the particularly girlish quilts off of a chair in her room, before she stuffs it into a brimming backpack and starts to make her way out of her window. It shouldn't be long; she'll just hop on the backside of the bus as it goes, ride it down the way to the other side of the town.
The child does eventually appear from down the road, her green backpack on her shoulders and a sort of easy-going way about her; her sunglasses are heart-shaped, and she's smacking on some pink bubblegum as she goes. When she's close enough, she breathes in, puts Jean's scent to memory. This is an important person... A very important person, to her father.]
Hola, Jean. Soy yo — Laura.
... Where did you come from?
[It's not very usual that new people are drenched to the bone.]