█⋮▌&—♕; It's silent, the near whisper that parts on her tongue to pour from the stitching of healed flesh gnarled and knotted betwixt vocal chords who sung no heavenly course in the wake of man, yet she says it all the same, the kindly word foreign on her lips. She figures he cannot hear her, enraptured by the simplistic nature that is their taller blond friend, raucous and boisterous in giant behavior, though if only for a sparse moment neither of them look completely war trodden. No flashes of horror to slip along youthful visages, no trembling finger tips that flash with spilt life, caked dirtied under nails. Those two, they look... Happy if only for a little awhile and delicate shoulders shrug while palms tug against the sooted material of her hoodie.
Ocean filled eyes drink him in and she smiles ever so faintly, just at the soft trickle of his chuckles and the smile that hardly looks strained at all today. December 30th, was it? Huh, who knew a day could mean so much.
"-- Happy Birthday, Bertholdt."
