Lockwood was standing on a roof crest, staring out toward the west. A gentle wind swept his hair back, set the ends of his coat flapping. His hand rested on his rapier hilt. He looked pensive, as if he were gazing into the future and finding something sad. It made my heart hurt to see him. “He is such a poser,” a voice said disgustedly from my backpack. “He’s just doing that for effect. There’s no real reason for him to be up there. Bet we’re not even going in that direction.”
skull gotta be top five fave characters for me
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