[ the fear in this place is goddamn palpable. it gives off a very specific scent, one that he he's not yet adapted to. too many questions, not enough answers, and despite all he knows in terms of survival, he can't help but hope to find her. ( it sounds bitter in his head, almost like he blames her — but it's too soon for that. )
he takes a moment to glance over both his shoulders, ensuring the direction of his question, and splays his palms outright to expose only the scissors that balance off the hook of his thumb. ]
You want that thing to do any real damage, I'd suggest you turn it around. [ richie lowers his hands — we come in peace.]
no subject
he takes a moment to glance over both his shoulders, ensuring the direction of his question, and splays his palms outright to expose only the scissors that balance off the hook of his thumb. ]
You want that thing to do any real damage, I'd suggest you turn it around. [ richie lowers his hands — we come in peace. ]
What's your name?