The voice comes from above. No hello. No idle small talk. The brown haired teenager grins down to her as he finds his taunt amusing. He grips the edge of an open window on that dark and seemingly abandoned building. The boy leans far enough out that a light nudge might send him tumbling two stories down to the pavement. Still in a grimy green jump suit, his own bracelet hangs loosely on his wrist.
Re: amy pond | doctor who | ota.
The voice comes from above. No hello. No idle small talk. The brown haired teenager grins down to her as he finds his taunt amusing. He grips the edge of an open window on that dark and seemingly abandoned building. The boy leans far enough out that a light nudge might send him tumbling two stories down to the pavement. Still in a grimy green jump suit, his own bracelet hangs loosely on his wrist.