PLOTTED STARTER. / @cryowoke.
it had been a week since jo had shot hazel. realistically, it wasn’t anything hazel could blame her for it: she had come up behind the woman rather suddenly after a battle had ended, and however much she --- and others --- insisted on the distinctions between feral and non-feral ghouls, they weren’t exactly easy to tell apart in the heat of a skirmish. shooting at a gaunt and rotting figure had been a natural response --- but knowing that, of course, did not do much to comfort hazel. she had still been shot by a woman, a HUMAN, that she’d just been starting to trust, and that stung.
she’d hidden away for days, speaking to no one but hancock. when she finally dragged herself out, a week later, to speak to jo, she looked like she hadn’t slept in the whole time she’d been shut away. with her hand stuffed in her pocket and her head hunched down between her shoulders, she cleared her throat to draw jo’s attention.
“ ... hey. can we talk? ”
