schwindlig:
“Mister are you ok?”
Here, Dizzy is offering her chocolate bar. She’s just bought it, and hasn’t taken a bite or even unwrapped it yet!
A child. The prospect of her becoming collateral damage to his frenzy curbs Shizuo on the spot. Rage simmering to a slow decrease, the uprooted sign post ends up taking the brink as its twined and mutilated into corkscrew scrap metal.
❝I’m fine kid.❞
❝That’s yours, keep it.❞
More amazement at the sight of the metal being turned into a curl in his hands! She's heard of people being that strong, at least Gaston had boasted it. She poked the metal checking on it.
"That was amazing! You could be an awesome metal worker with talents like that." She tilted her head up.
"You need someone to vent to?"
















