(Y/n) works from paycheck to paycheck with her friend, and it all has to go well for her to get her meal for the day. She never trusted her emotions and considered them failures to do her job when it came to it, which was why she didn't know what to...
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Warning Cussing
It seemed as though the walk to Bright Moon was getting shorter(compared to how long it usually took to get there), or at least that's how it felt for (Y/n). Though a majority of that time was spent by Bow chatting about his finding of the First ones tech, something he was apparently doing while looking for new materials to make arrows with. She knew how to get there on her own, but with Bow there it just reminded her that she couldn't exactly back out when she didn't want to. She was a coward when it came to the idea of speaking to someone when the last conversation didn't go all that well. It was great that she was only a coward to the idea and nothing else or it could've interfered with her previous missions.
It was funny, she could literally hear Bow glance back at her. He was on his sixteenth glance, but (Y/n) knew she was off by one or two whether it be more or less since the wind started picking up. She didn't feel a chill when the cool air practically blasted the nape of her neck, but she looked back at hearing Bow squeal. It really couldn't be classified as a squeal, however it had the same pitch for his actual squeal so she wasn't changing her mind on said word.
"Cold?" She asked with a smirk as she faced Bow who only coughed to cover his flushed face. It was quite clear he was embarrassed by his previous action, but the cold would've caught anybody off guard with its strength resembling that of an arrow. "You're the one who decided to wear a crop top Bow," (Y/n) pointed out before begrudgingly turning around to continue her walk to Bright Moon.
"It's called a sense of style," he tried rebutting, it came to no avail. (Y/n) had always decided on more practical clothing; wearing winter boots and bringing flats just in case, always having a cardigan sweater on herself in case someone else needed it, putting on leggings to make any leg work easy, and wearing breathable tank tops as they were easier to clean up if she ever had to play surgeon.
"It's also called frostbite child," giving a stare back before walking ahead with a stomach dropping at seeing Bright Moon only a few meters away, "and that face'll freeze if you keep at it." Bow only rolled his eyes jogging up ahead to lead her around the back, he was the one that had to do most what with his arrows doing the brunt of the work. He muttered another rebuttal, but he didn't speak out on it as he shot an arrow in the dark to a tree. A rope tied to it, one end of the rope wrapped around his forearm while the other was tightly tied to the arrow so as to support the weight of the two.
Bow had admitted to (Y/n) that it took him a few dozen times to get the shot with the arrow just right, he even still had a few difficulties but it was more so with trying to aim in the dark. She had asked him why he never thought of just leaving a rope tied, but Bow admitted he didn't want anyone from the Horde being able to find such a route. It was unlikely they could ever make it that far, but Bow always said it was a just-in-case. It was one of the reasons the medic preferred hanging around Bow, he always seemed to keep it real when it was just the two of them.
