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@heseventh said: his nervous energy makes the boy teleport all over the room, rambling on to himself about /something/ she probably can't understand.
“ are you okay? ” her voice is soft, CAREFUL, treading on thin ice. “ you ... don’t need to be afraid. you’re safe, you know. i’ll... keep you safe. ”
WALLY’S SEEN HIM AROUND , PINK ALWAYS NOTEWORTHY —— least harmful —— not for a lack of presence , though most pinks are overlooked regardless , mere COMPARTMENTALIZATION , this name ( mick ? nick ? something ) & face filed under nonthreatening somewhere in the back of his mind .
however , it’s not the PINK that draws him near today ; no , it’s the splash of PURPLE & GRAY mottling the skin around his eye . own steps tiptoe closer , as if the air itself might shatter beneath their tread , before he deems himself close enough to speak . ❝ ... what happened to your FACE ? ❞
@heseventh / caldwell starter
soft whimpering from inside the vents above debbie's head. he accidentally got himself stuck in the vents with his powers and he's too scared to teleport out, plus he's tired now.
「 @heseventh. 」
YOU CAME HERE TO SAVE THEM. a lofty goal but one you planned to stick with. after finding out your own abilities, you couldn’t leave innocent kids there. most of them weren’t trusting, especially of the group that you’d brought with you to bust them out. you’re shocked you even got this far, but you’re a dedicated girl and you know you want this.
THE WHIMPERS MAKE YOU STOP IN PLACE, the one that keeps getting away. teleportation sure was a cool thing to do, really annoying to track down though. “you okay up there?” but you don’t expect much of a response. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
YOU FIND YOUR WAY INTO THE VENT, getting yourself in as far as you can to spot the boy. “hi.” is all you say when the two of you lock eyes, doing your best not to scare him. “its okay, I’m like you.” cue the awkward struggle to get your arm in the right spot, tattoo basically shoved in the boys face.
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