Jul 31, 2014
keysandlighters said: Looking down at his shoes, he pursed his lips while swallowing. “K.. Key.” He gave a curt bow. “I was— wondering if it was possible that you had a first aid kid or something.” He gestured to one of the new marks on his forehead.
Key. Odd name, but she had no time to ponder it as she grabbed him by the arm, snatching the lighter out his hand and hissing as it singed her fingers. "Sit down at the table, I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." Her tone was firm, leaving absolutely no room for arguments from the stranger.