HAWKINSSRAT
the girl is panting as she makes her way behind a stone wall in an alleyway, her matted curls sticking to her face with a wet residue of sweat dripping down her forehead in little beads and she’s trembling with adrenaline as she tries to catch her breath raggedly. a ripe and shiny green apple is hidden in the pocket of her baggy jeans with rips all over them. she knows that she’s being chased, but she doesn’t seem to care. she can escape just as easily.
HAWKINSPRINCE
>> @HAWKINSSRAT " that's not true . you're a person, just like anyone else, " he says to her. he couldn't believe that people here thought of themselves as anything but human. before he could say anything else, he saw her run off somewhere else. he watched her go down the alleyway and she disappeared. he figured he had to go back, too, so he ran off.
HAWKINSSRAT
@HAWKINSPRINCE she scoffed softly and ran her fingers through her hair. she couldn't believe how naive from the real world he was. she wasn't a real person to people around town, she was a cold and dirty street rat who had to survive on her own. " i ain't person ’ere. im a rat, a dirty, dirty rat.” she quirked up an eyebrow at the sound of people coming towards the alley. "and this rat’s gotta run.”