Pokes nose, giggling whilst doing so. "You got booped~!"
█{{✰}}██ “…” No comment, if anything the act confused her and it seemed that she didn’t feel like asking what the reason for it was. It may have not… produced the outcome desired, given she immediately went to being deadpan within moments. Humans were strange.
Sycamore
Sycamore - Curiosity
█{{✰}}██ “…” There’s risk to this, curiosity can only drive one so far and at the end of that trail is nothing that a child should deserve to see through bloody memories and then some. She didn’t know what exactly to think of this gesture upon taking flowers from the younger of the two; that’s fine by her… she’d have to avoid letting her get in too far for her own safety. The shooter didn’t need an innocent on her conscious with the rest of it. It’s nothing she can stop if she did find out, even if she wouldn’t want her to push it too far.
What kind of a knight would she be, if she let someone die over discovering her history? She wouldn’t be any sort of good one, knowing that it all rested on her shoulders to keep them safe as much as the other part of her soul had gone far to do the same. It’s all for them, humanity, as a means of preventing the greater risk of her rampaging secret from being released out of that cage she held it within mentally. All for them, as much as she knew she may be better off leaving this place.
Yet now is not the time for her to think of this, so she dropped her train of thought to carefully reach out with one hand, ruffling her silver tresses in a sort of affectionate manner to show her thanks for this.
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█{{✰}}██ To think she picked now to do it, now when she was in slumber supposedly when noticing her first friend cautiously tracing the scar tissue that kissed her ivory flesh. Curiosity drove it, she realized this and would not move to stop her knowing she may have wondered what in all of high heavens caused this to her. The shooter would only give a name if she were wanting to move, Black Gold Saw. All it took was her carving into her over one loss to remind her of where she stands on their food chain in their world.
Skill didn’t overcome experience, if anything it was a dangerous thing to assume otherwise with what she could recall of that battle. Her youth didn’t save her, so it wouldn’t save her again upon noticing the pair to the first one was soon being felt. Almost slowly, something that confused her from how it seemed to be. She’d have questions, so why didn’t she wake her from her supposed sleep? Perhaps trying to comprehend herself how this happened, why this happened to her of all people who did not ask to die almost that day. Better yet, she didn’t ask for any of it when her life was slipping away.
It’s not like she’ll stop her if she wanted to ask anything.
The only question she wouldn’t answer is how she survived, the blade could have hit her heart and she would have died; only for that to not be the case knowing she is still breathing and living no matter the odds of her death being high. Perhaps because of Mato she lived, perhaps another reason, this is the mystery of it and it wouldn’t really be found so easily if one had dared to think of it and the person it revolved around.
She didn’t talk much after all.
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█{{✰}}██ “He wishes his brother would just find a way to get his own GED like he did, since all he does is sit around lifelessly on a computer when there’s online stuff he can find that should let him take it. Unfortunately, he won’t do it and he calls it as irritating as when he says him being a man means that he can go without showers for two months, sleeping, or other things.”
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█{{✰}}██ “He’s a high school drop out, he got tired of how they were doing things and about the fact nobody lifted a finger for anyone there. He ended up dropping out all from bullies deciding that he’s a constant target for whatever they wanted to do, both genders all the way there when the most he wished for was to just be invisible. High school to him is hell.”
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█{{✰}}██ “… she, well… he gets distracted easily to the point that it causes her to be treated like crap. Her mind doesn’t focus on everyday things and her mother believes it warrants her to be treated like she’s a little kid instead of twenty and often creates friction between them in the form of arguments. It more times than not makes her dislike her living situation because she already has a feeling they consider her just as a means for more money.”
