ORDINARILY, THOSE WORDS would fill her with a sort of pride. Hearing it from a CHILD, however, made her feel… GUILTY. Ashamed, even. ❝ I am… ? ❞ She hesitated to speak, voice soft out of fear of even sounding scary to him. Hands shooting into her purse for her compact mirror, she hurriedly checked her features for ANYTHING that could be considered ‘ scary ’. She didn’t seem to have a bad case of ‘ resting bitch face ’ going on… maybe he thought her bold makeup was intimidating… ? ❝ H-How come ? ❞
“I-i’m sorry.” he felt a little bad, he didn’t mean to put her down; the intention laid in a hope to help her clean up a little. it wasn’t often, but he had seen her from time to time scuffed up from what could only assume were petty brawls or fights for honor perhaps. “i’m sure you’re nice... you just have a heavy presence. Do you have trouble making friends too ?” @msbehavior continued from here