summertime.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[at the pool-turned-beach, there's a fire stretching high; but don't worry, it's being contained by the stones piled up around it and the lumber it's burning, while Axel's ... roasting a marshmallow.]

So a little bird told me some of you guys like this kinda thing.

Maybe we can swap stories if you're still feeling truthsome, yeah?


[ooc: i-i just wanted to be seasonal. ):]