Luka
The man who turns to face him isn't somebody he recognizes, but then again, most of the faces he saw lately were new to him. Outside of his Aunt Cordelia and Mr. Deimos, the pup didn't know too many people in Halo. He blinks back his tears that still threaten to fall, hands stinging from the cold air against the bleeding scrapes on his palms, allowing the man to help him onto his feet. It's with wary amber eyes that he studies the individual before him, unsure if he was going to get snapped at or scolded for not watching where he was going. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence. Especially when you were raising unruly pups.
"Yes..." He finally manages, bottom lip catching between blunt teeth to stop it from wobbling. His voice is little more than a warble, his shoulders hiking up towards his ears as he attempted to shrink himself to be as small as possible beneath his gaze. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"Yes..." He finally manages, bottom lip catching between blunt teeth to stop it from wobbling. His voice is little more than a warble, his shoulders hiking up towards his ears as he attempted to shrink himself to be as small as possible beneath his gaze. "I didn't mean to run into you."
And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
That you and I will walk together again
That you and I will walk together again
