((hehe, I'll try to give you more to work with, Ash. :D))


Lost tilted his head and regarded Isis. Slowly, he reached out a dark hand to brush it against hers, hesitantly - and slightly awkwardly - linking his fingers in hers. "Did you lose someone?" he asked in a whisper. He ignored the drops of water that showered the couple, and his dark eyes traced her sorrow-filled face. "I'm sorry."
He rarely showed concern for others - but Lost felt drawn to do so with Isis. She needed it, and he seemed to be the only one around.


"I think we should go on a walk," Life said suddenly, setting down his empty glass. Wiping his mouth on his wrist, the doll looked to Selma with a crooked grin. "I hear it's nice outside after the rain."
((Erm . . . that's the best I could get. >.<'))