* ask me no more questions, tell you no more lies.
She tilts her head, no doubt concern already evident on her face. “Your house?” She repeats, trying to understand. The girl has been in her house the entire time? And probably stuck there without having come out in how long? Yet, she doesn’t look to be in bad shape, physically or mentally, which makes her dismiss the initial thought of ‘oh my god perhaps she’s been kidnapped or held in captivity this whole time.’ As an inevitable first thought, it made sense. But after some observation, it didn’t. This girl had Zelda utterly perplexed. “So… you haven’t left your house in a very long time then?” She didn’t want to pry, but she couldn’t help it when she found the girl’s casual confessions so troubling.
a nervous hand runs through unruly locks, blue gaze averting from the other. she bites her lip, shaking her head sheepishly. it’s been for GOOD REASON, of course, but she can’t just say that, can she ? she shifts slightly, obviously uncomfortable. ❝ i m-mean --- no ?? ❞ she knows it’s considered STRANGE. but there’s reasoning behind it that she cannot voice. ❝ --- i’m. uh. homeschooled. ❞ not untrue.



















