[Luke himself had decided to stop squinting through the clouds and instead look at the ground, observing how his bare toes dig into the earth when he curls them. He ignores the occasional drops on his head from the edge of the roof as well, even if that plus the humidity is making his hair look a little interesting after this long.
The voice makes him glance at his journal, enough to listen, before he pulls his legs in and wraps his arms around them and looks down at the ground again. A song, huh...]
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The voice makes him glance at his journal, enough to listen, before he pulls his legs in and wraps his arms around them and looks down at the ground again. A song, huh...]
Yeah... I do like songs a lot.