@sanctitysin said: When they come away from southern Henbane's dead trees, John stops to catch his breath and gauge the distance they've made from the Bullet Farm. He tugs at the itchy collar of the orange prisoner jumpsuit with fingers blackened by gunpowder, sending a glance to his two saviors. Evelyn and... he quirks a brow, "I don't think I caught his name. who is he, your boyfriend?" John frowns at Evie between breaths, "You remember what I told you about boys, don't you. He can't come back to the Foxhole."
random asks? always accepting.
her throat burns as she tries to catch her breath, chest & legs aching. she glances to andre, making sure he’s alright before she turns her head towards john. his question makes it hard for her to keep a straight face.
“no!” she frowns at him before shoulders shrug and head tilts to the side. “he’s my husband, we got six kids together.” a harmless joke that has her snorting in laughter, though she can tell john finds no humor in her words. evie raises her hands in defense. “i’m joking. he’s my friend, you can call him t-bone.” when john makes yet another comment, evie’s good mood shifts slightly and a spark of anger lights.
“and why not? last time i checked, my mum was the person in charge there. not you.” hearing her own words just ignites the flame even more. evie dramatically gasps. “oh! is it because he’s on the enemy team? then i suppose i can’t go to the foxhole either!” she doesn’t mean to snap at john but her anger is something that’s easy to test. it was the one thing evie hates about herself, she hate show it brings back the memories of her step-dad and how short is fuse was when it came to tempers.
“also, you’re welcome for saving your old butt.” she tries to comes back from heated words; she hesitates before placing a hand on his shoulder. “you really need to go wash that spit out of your beard.”
