futurcserialkiller !
“ right. ” he’s not an IDIOT. carl can clearly see the girl is uncomfortable with the question, so he won’t PUSH it. he just wants to get some ANSWERS & move the hell on. “ it’s great ! i’d give ANYTHING to have a calm life. just never thought i’d be granted such a thing overnight… in a new city… away from my family. ” he’s rambling now, NERVES getting the best of him. the girl is KIND, much kinder than anyone he’s ever come across, but it’s still so goddamn hard to relax. “ should i ask WHY you’re prone to getting hurt, or will i just have another vague answer thrown my way ?? ”
his family. she can UNDERSTAND -- she’s never recalled being so far from nico before she, er, passed, and now that she’s BACK the weird, unsettling feeling of discomfort and worry has taken it’s place back inside her stomach. “ that’s understandable. it’s always difficult to be away from those you consider family, ” bianca is QUICK to reassure the other, a small smile passing her lips. but it’s quickly TORN away at his statement, which only seems accusatory. some kind of irritation finds it’s way onto her features. “ sorry for not spilling my life story to you? “ she frowns, before shaking her head, and she didn’t sound as mad as she did tired. “ it’s just... family stuff, actually. nothing BAD from them, but... ” how to EXPLAIN without sounding like a psycho, she didn’t know. “ not everyone likes my dad. or me. or nico. ” OR ANYONE in her family, distant cousins included.















