Goodbye. Or Is It? Pt. 3 Ch. 1 (End of Ch. 1)
#3 of Goodbye. Or Is It?
RP-turned-story.
Joseph chuckled and grinned, planting a kiss on Natasha's nose, looking out through the window. Joseph planted a kiss on the top of Natasha's head. "You sure your head is okay, hun? I mean that glass did go pretty deep from what I saw." Joseph said, grabbing the bandages, about to remove them. She smiled and ducked her head away, leaving the bandages in his grasp. Again there was no sign of an injury, no wound, no scar, not even any fur missing. "Yes my love. I'm sure I'm fine." She purred to him as their bus slowly rolled through the lines of turrets. Once past the defenses the bus turned to the right and then stopped while the trucks went to the left. Once the bus stopped, Natasha got up and teasingly flicked her tail against Joseph's face and head and then started off the bus. As she stepped down from the bus, she stumbled as her ankle twisted. "Ouch." she groaned as she fell down to the ground and gripped her injured ankle. A soldier noticed and began to come over to help.