Ocupation: Author
Life: b. June 5, 1964
Birthday: June 5
Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see.
topic: Kissing, Army, Knives, Percabeth