{ @bodyofdecay || starter || ❤︎ ‘d xxx }
❝ Excuse me -- ❞ Trepidation bubbled it’self upwards from the very core of the petite girl as she moved to stand just behind the man with hair so remarkably similar to that of someone -- well someone she used to know. Such pale locks -- just like... No -- no use in thinking about the past, especially not when there were so many o t h e r things in the present. There was worry mixed in her voice, an apprehension for the answer to a question she hadn’t really asked yet, because the answer was one she didn’t know how to react to yet. Here in this place, she was defenseless, she was weaponless, so how could she protect anyone if they needed protecting... ❝ Is that blood on your arm?? Are you ok?? ❞