07-13-2023, 08:30 PM
Rena's hand was slide into his and he held it awkwardly. She hadn't offered her hand, it had been given by Narcisus, though Cis did feel better in the mouth and he grinned when Camellia offered it as a variety. And calling Rena lavender. He wasn't sure when he remembered her name, but it seems like something he should have remembered if he hadn't been consumed by the other two.
Camellia flitted about like she had. Cis seemed to find it amusing and stickers and flowers flowed from the girls purse like she was handing out candy at a fair. Maybe she did that too. She was exuberant and full of life and there was never not a smile on her face. It was infectious. Until he he looked down at the image she'd stuck to his chest. What the fuck!
The image of had been haunting him since he'd returned the coin to Ezekeil back at the rundown refuge church. Where had she gotten this? "Where..." Cruz started to peel the sticker from his shirt and Camellia forced him to stop walking and pressed her hand hard into his chest with a scowl and a frown and dreaded determination to not ruin the horrid sticker she'd placed on his shirt. There was terror and horror and anger in her once happy voice. She stared up at him with a fire in his eyes that made him take a step back and press the sticky paper back to his shirt, it curled slightly at the edges.
She pouted. "You ruined it!" She turned on her heels and stomped away from the group. Cruz stood there staring after her mouth agap and wondering what the fuck just happened.
Camellia flitted about like she had. Cis seemed to find it amusing and stickers and flowers flowed from the girls purse like she was handing out candy at a fair. Maybe she did that too. She was exuberant and full of life and there was never not a smile on her face. It was infectious. Until he he looked down at the image she'd stuck to his chest. What the fuck!
The image of had been haunting him since he'd returned the coin to Ezekeil back at the rundown refuge church. Where had she gotten this? "Where..." Cruz started to peel the sticker from his shirt and Camellia forced him to stop walking and pressed her hand hard into his chest with a scowl and a frown and dreaded determination to not ruin the horrid sticker she'd placed on his shirt. There was terror and horror and anger in her once happy voice. She stared up at him with a fire in his eyes that made him take a step back and press the sticky paper back to his shirt, it curled slightly at the edges.
She pouted. "You ruined it!" She turned on her heels and stomped away from the group. Cruz stood there staring after her mouth agap and wondering what the fuck just happened.