Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20180328164853/@comment-34052734-20180617165124

“Not happening,” Mark said with a little growl. He brought his middle finger to the bridge of his glasses, pushing them upwards.

Danny sighed. “Well, whaddya wanna do?” She tilted her head, looking over at Winter. The silence bugged her.

Peter was already back at home, chilling on the couch. He stretched, bored.