The Host discussion

Rp

"Yes please..." Karen said, taking the peach. She took a small bite, running a hand nervously through her red hair. "Yes they will hate you. They don't understand souls. I can't say I do either but..." she cut off in a soft voice.

(Sorry, I didn't see the post!)

"It's alright. Don't explain Karen." He patted her shoulder, before rubbing it softly. He relaxed back into the seat, eyes closing. He didn't really rest, but it was something to do other than just sit there. He drew pictures in his mind, but he didn't understand that it was actually drawing. That it was possible.
(I'll skip the hours now?)

((yep, we can continue when she stops the car in front of the hideout(:))

Karen watched Camden when she thought he was sleeping. But pulled her eyes away whenever he opened his eyes. Yes, she had slept with him. And yes, he had seen her almost entirely naked. But that didn't mean she cared for him in that way... Did it?
No! He isn't your kind, what are you thinking?! He soft and fragile and sensitive! Completely opposite of you! her mind screamed at her. But she still had that small feeling deep down. A feeling that she was having trouble labeling.....

((skip))

(Should we move to outside of the hideout? or wait?)

He opened his eyes again, stretching his arms over his head. He smiled at her, looking around. "Are we here?" Camden whispered, pushing himself up into a more sitting position. He opened up the bag, pulling out some crackers he grabbed. He stuffed them into his mouth, chomping with crumbs falling out. He smiled at her, eyes turning up to happy slits.

"We are..." Karen tells him with a small smile.

((I already commented on the outside if the hideout.))