Josh sits up quickly as well, all red. He can sense the reactions that his hand on the wing brought out of Avalon unintentionally but he really isn't sure he wants to reveal that.
"Calls?" Josh asks, wondering who it was the Green Lantern called. "Err...no..." he shrugs. "No bags. Once I used up the last of the supplies I had, I sold my backpack to afford some food. Down to my last buck fifty now actually. All I've got left is this stuff," he admits, gesturing at himself.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
