Walking

"You're just making talk now aren't you?" Ikea asked, suspicious.

"I guess not," Ikea emmited. "But people usualy do that when they're bored and are unsure weather leaving is appropriate. I'm not stopping you from leaving..." She grinned.

Ikea frowned. "No. I thought that you did."

Ikea chuckled. "Right, sure you were." She laughed again. "I guess that talking to you isn't bad."

"Take it as one and tresure it. I don't hand out compliments lightly," Ikea said coldly.

Ikea gave a low chuckle. "I get it, I get it."

Ikea shrugged. "Nothing much. I just recently moved here from another country about two months ago. Truthfully, I've been hiding out in the woods for about a month, figuring out what this place was like. So a month ago I finally decided to venture out a stuff. Met your son, you, these two other guys...and this other girl named Tara. Now I'm just looking around for a place to crash if need be. I like staying in the woods but sometimes it's a bit of a hike to get there, so I thought a semi-permanent residence would help."

Ikea smiled. "Thank you." She smirked. "Wow, that's a first for the second time."

Ikea rolled her eyes and flicked the girl in the forhead.