🙶 no , lu 🙸 the sigh is HEAVY , hand coming to rub at his forehead. 🙶 i’ll be FINE. i don’t think any killer cares about the weird new posh kid. 🙷
he tries to make light of the situation. of course , he cannot promise his safety. who knows what this killer wants , why they KILL. either way , he cannot ensure they will not come after him. but not everything is so bad. 🙶 you know i can hold my own if i get my hand on something to DEFEND myself with. 🙸 he speaks quietly , brain remembering his training regiment in narnia. yes , if he can find something with the length and weight of a sword , he can defend himself. blond hair suddenly appearing to his right pulls him out of his thoughts. 🙶 i’ll call you back , lu. 🙷
his phone is put down as he greets the girl with as much of a smile seems appropriate. 🙶 hey , emma. SORRY about your friend. 🙸 diplomat king seems far gone suddenly. grief is something he still STRUGGLES to find balance in himself. clearing his throat , he gestures to his phone and finds it in himself to smile again. 🙶 litte sisters , am i right ? 🙷
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