Noe
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Noe couldn't help the quiet little laugh at the way Vox vibrated with sudden excitement, a sound that was suspiciously like affection. It seemed that, however they'd met and whatever their history, she was willing to overlook it - because this was Vox, and despite his horrific appearance in her no-longer-infected mind, he was oddly sweet.
Even though the bouncy balls had been a little much.
So she nodded in response to his quiet murmur. "I'll keep that in mind," she said seriously, although she had no intention of requesting a hug. And then he was gone, zooming towards the skyline with a kind of giddy glee that Noe knew could never be replicated, and she shook her head with a small smile. Then she started to gather up some of the bouncy balls that had begun to stop bouncing quite so high - but she pocketed the one he'd given her, because it was special. To her, at least.
Even though the bouncy balls had been a little much.
So she nodded in response to his quiet murmur. "I'll keep that in mind," she said seriously, although she had no intention of requesting a hug. And then he was gone, zooming towards the skyline with a kind of giddy glee that Noe knew could never be replicated, and she shook her head with a small smile. Then she started to gather up some of the bouncy balls that had begun to stop bouncing quite so high - but she pocketed the one he'd given her, because it was special. To her, at least.
Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
