- ❝ That’s good to hear… ❞ - The snowette stared DOUBTFULLY at first, but his naivety gradually took over, TEARING away concern into a gentle smile. Even so, Shiro still found himself worried for the girl, his ATTENTION turning to a rather painful looking scrape marring her forearm. Whoever, or whatever she had come in CONTACT with before did n o t treat her well… Little did he know was there a ‘ game of fatality ’ taking PLACE. Tenderly, hands as white as porcelain lifted her arm, g i n g e r l y tracing the wound with his index finger.
- ❝ You’re hurt… Give me a second and I’ll take care of it. ❞ - Free hand sliding into his coat pocket, Shiro GRASPED a free bandage and carefully wrapped it around the other. He had often kept spares from papercuts or other miscellaneous wounds. While this wasn’t normally what the royal had faced, it was still enough to ASSIST. - ❝ There, does that feel any better? Be sure to disinfect it later. ❞ - Words SOOTHING and gentle to the pinkette before him, hopefully no one was c h a s i n g her…
She wasn’t used to people showing interest in her, or
whatever went on in her life. She was a loner, more or
less; the only person that ever mattered to her bein
her BELOVED Yukiteru --- but he didn’t appear to
return her feelings; most of the times he acted as if
she scared him, for whatever reason.
A soft BLUSH rose to the Pinkette’s cheeks, when
the stranger boy picked up her arm. “D-don’t worry
about this --- !! I just fell & scratched my arm!”
She watched the boy carefully binding her wound,
even if he didn’t know her. Why would he show
her any kindness?