YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO HELP ME, BUT HERE YOU ARE !! (@clerictm) (x)
SHE shrinks FURTHER into herself, feet overlapping -- she FEELS bad, getting into trouble; being unable to DEAL with it all by herself. She was a goblin -- ought to be fierce and dangerous, but here she was, hiding in an alleyway with her savior -- the good Samaritan.
Her fingers grace the trinkets, and she PULLS back slightly, protective over the stolen goods -- despite the DOWNER mood, they WERE shiny and pretty, and she wanted to add them to her restarted collection when she got to somewhere safe.
“My... bad ??” She cycles her hands, awkward grin on her face ( though more of a GRIMACE, really ), “you -- didn’t HAVE to help me, really -- I SORT of had it coming ?? I mean, what’s a GOBLIN to do, in these parts of the town, right ??”
Her accent comes OUT strong, pitch wavering, unsteady. She quickly pockets the knick-knacks into her pockets; wrings her bandaged fingers together. Brows are knitted together soon after, teeth hanging over her lips, though OBSCURED by off-white porcelain and ruby lips. A low hum emanates, and she glances at her, shrugging.
“OH, the usual, really,” she cocks her head to the side, grimy hair falling alongside, “passing through people’s LEGS usually does the trick -- though I don’t think YOU should try it, since --” Nott gestures to her silhouette, awkward grin, “-- big, and all -- you have NEVER gotten in trouble with the law, have you ??”
