soullamore
she held a hand up, palm braced against the center of her forehead, the other holding herself up. reluctantly, she opened her eyes, looking up to meet the male's gaze.
"i could say the same about you," she hissed, beginning to stand and compose herself. her fingers laced with the straps of her dress, adjusting them tightly against her skin. "i see you weren't taught much when it comes to manners."
psychicshotline-
⁽ the weight he carried was bone shattering heavy, especially for someone in his early twenties. but he'd dealt with this for years. no one had much of a decency to ask if he was okay. ⁾
am i alright.ᐣ well, i reckon i am. ⁽ brown eyes flickered down, lie. why would he tell the truth. how would the conversation have turned it he'd said yes. surely it would just be awkward. ⁾
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soullamore
she remained quiet, her attitude shifting as she studied his behavior. her eyes lingered as she observed the tension radiating from the tips of his ears, his forehead, and just down the base of his neck. she wrapped her arms around herself, as if protecting herself from the energy that came off him.
"it's no trouble," she spoke softly, taking a singular step back to put space between the two of them. "i feel i must ask, though, are you alright? you seem... i'm not sure how to describe-" she hesitated, uncertain how he would react to a bizarre question from a complete stranger.
psychicshotline-
ya spooked me. couldn't really control my reaction. 'm real sorry ma'am. i have my manners. fight or flight ain't a show of my manners. are ya alright.ᐣ
⁽ with a soft sigh he made his way over to check on her. it was very easy to catch vik off guard as he was often lost in his own, expansive mind sometimes he felt like he couldn't even call it his own. ⁾
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