LOREN
Too exhausted to care about whatever it was going on with Oliver, as evidenced by the dark circles under Loren's eyes and the too thin nature of his frame, he simply stared at the other man. However, as Oliver shifted from embarrassed to angry, the summoner's nostrils flared. "You said we could do whatever makes me comfortable, so getting pissy with me after I tell you what makes me comfortable just because you don't like my answer is kind of a shitty thing to do. It's not my fault my ways of grieving don't match up with yours." His words were low.
Not done yet, he crossed his arms. "Plus, it's not the past. It's the gods damn present. The bodies aren't even cold in the ground, there are still wounded, and people are still fucking missing." With each word, his voice grew chillier.
That didn't stop him from stalking forward. Shifting into the form of a honey badger, he dipped his paw into the red paint as well. Then he slammed it sloppily against the tarp, leaving a streak that only vaguely resembled a smeared paw print.
Not done yet, he crossed his arms. "Plus, it's not the past. It's the gods damn present. The bodies aren't even cold in the ground, there are still wounded, and people are still fucking missing." With each word, his voice grew chillier.
That didn't stop him from stalking forward. Shifting into the form of a honey badger, he dipped his paw into the red paint as well. Then he slammed it sloppily against the tarp, leaving a streak that only vaguely resembled a smeared paw print.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
