Send “I did a bad thing.” For my character’s reaction to yours coming to them with blood on their hands.
The voice drew Mila out of her thoughts and she looked up at the doorway of her tiny room. Brent stood silhouetted in the doorframe - who else did she know with a mohawk like that? - and she smiled a bit, confused.
"Brent? I don’t understand. What do you mean you did a bad thing?" Setting her composition notebook aside, she got up and walked over to him. That’s when the smell hit her. It was faint but definitely the smell of blood. "Oh god, Brent… What happened?!" She knew that the jobs he did weren’t exactly the safest or even the most legal thing out there but this… what could have happened?
Quickly, she pulled him into the little bathroom next to her room, turning on the sink and shoving his hands under the water. She had to make sure he wasn’t hurt… If Brent was hurt, well, what was she going to do? What was Fetch going to do?
As the bloody water spiraled down the drain, Mila let out a soft sigh of relief to see that his hands were unharmed. Even if it meant that someone else had gotten hurt, at least everyone in her new, little family was still safe.
"It… It’ll be okay, Brent… I’m sure you did what you had to…" She tried to give him a small, reassuring smile but she felt her lips quivering, so she stopped. It would be better not to cry in front of Brent. That would only make him worry about her and he didn’t need to do that right now.
"I won’t tell Fetch if you don’t want me to…"
