Continued from Here: @flameandindifference
Gogo looked up and genuinely screamed when she saw the boy in front of her like he had teleported out of nowhere. And with a start, she realized that she was crying in public, all alone, like a pathetic brat, but for the life of her... she didn't have the energy to care right now.
The boy was clearly younger than her, probably no older than some of the other children in the foster home she was phased out of. He had an unsettling air around him too; cold, indifferent, and an intense, inscrutable gaze. Don't get her wrong, Gogo had seen her fair share of children who had the same aura as this boy. Children were placed from an all-too-often traumatizing situation, into an unfamiliar place, and made no effort to socialise, because they weren't equipped to deal with it.
No one was.
She wasn't...
But this child... There was something Gogo couldn't place, but felt...horrifying.
She wasn't in the mood, for him, or to tell him to go away politely.
"Go away. I've had a really fucking bad day..."