@lyaeuus , continued from x
It had probably mostly been that the guy hadn’t been expecting to be decked by some skinny teenager, if you asked Aster. Well, that and her stomping his knee in the process of hitting him. Her ragged tennis shoes weren’t the best for that kind of thing, but well, it got him down and shut up.
Her expression danced the line between mortification and the flash of ire that had spurred the action. However, it was quickly masked behind a bemused quirk of her lips as she backed away from the man. He didn’t look like he was planning on trying to get back up. And if he did, she’d run. It was a valid tactic.
A light curl of her fingers as she made sure she hadn’t fucked up her hand again. No broken bones, at least. A light toss of her head as she brushed pale brown strands out of her face with her other hand. She glanced sidelong at the other as she pulled her sleeves down over her hands. “I... sorry, but he’d been pressing me for a while...”
All she needed was some fuck calling the cops on her. Maybe she should get out of here either way.














