@musesofthesky || continued
“NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME!” allen throws her prosthetic arm at cry. today’s a day for a breakdown, it looks like, because cry wants answers about the monster, _&& _ALLEN IS TRYING TO PACK A BAG TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME. allen shoves her medications in there–the time capsules saying that they haven’t been taken in DAYS–&& she grabs the bag with her now only available hand.
slinging it over her shoulder, she grabs the arm away from cry. “get out of my life, dammit!”
Allen’s a damn good throw, and the arm comes into hard contact with her sternum, but she still catches it. She stumbles back a step, letting out a huff of breath, before glaring up. “Oh, fuck off with that bullshit.” Because no, she’s not taking it EITHER. So when Allen grabs for her arm Cry yanks it out of reach, knowing she can use it as leverage over the other. And, on the chance that Allen gets violent ( or she just feels that beating Allen with her own arm is appropriate ) she can use it as some sort of defense.
“Mind explaining why exactly you’re running away, huh?” She isn’t bothering with pleasantries and a nice tone - she’ll be as mean as she wants to get the point through. And then she does it, she hits Allen with the arm, and again. Not terribly hard, but HARD ENOUGH. And immediately, it slips from her mouth, her filter showing once again that it is full of holes. “Stop hitting yourself.”