spencer was concerned . in the past year or so , disposition rarely reshaped -- he was almost always concerned with sherry’s well - being , one way or another . leaving her alone for even a brief moment with their leader & his barbed friend made him jittery , ALAS what could he do ? they didn’t stand a chance . spencer let his rifle hang at his side , palms clammy & callous with overuse .
he NEVER looked at sherry directly when beginning a conversation ; if asked , he admittedly would not be able to recall the shade of her irises . thus , where spencer lacked in knowledge , he more than made up for in worriment . his soft chime gave away his position .
❝ when was the last time you ate ? ❞
@firstwifc liked for a starter : //












