Tobi
"And Gus. Or at least...whatever Cian did to smooth things over certainly left him riled. He slammed the door in my face." For the Ronin's and Finn's of the world, this might be commonplace. But you? Cheerful, bubbly, helpful you? You squeeze your eyes shut again against the memory, huffing out a sniffled sigh.
'Who knows. I'm a criminal now, I think." You say this as if it's supposed to be a joke, only the punchline doesn't come. Funny because it's true doesn't apply here. Standing awkwardly, your legs already threatening to become jello because of your run, you nod and silently follow Finn in. Though he's said it's okay, you don't let your eyes wander; you don't touch anything, you don't ask about anything. Instead, you follow him toward the kitchen, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you find a wall or doorframe to lean against.
"I've never done anything like that in my life. I don't know what I was thinking." You admit. And, because you can't help it, you add: "Can I do anything to help?"
'Who knows. I'm a criminal now, I think." You say this as if it's supposed to be a joke, only the punchline doesn't come. Funny because it's true doesn't apply here. Standing awkwardly, your legs already threatening to become jello because of your run, you nod and silently follow Finn in. Though he's said it's okay, you don't let your eyes wander; you don't touch anything, you don't ask about anything. Instead, you follow him toward the kitchen, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you find a wall or doorframe to lean against.
"I've never done anything like that in my life. I don't know what I was thinking." You admit. And, because you can't help it, you add: "Can I do anything to help?"
Don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
