@ofkirkwall || continued from HERE.
"WHY-YYY DO you gotta be so mean t'me." To be fair, it's all an act. Starting the night with his face on the ground wasn't exactly his plan, but he isn't hurting as badly as he might fake. All he feels is an itch that's bound to disappear in a few minutes, together with whatever scratch might cross his cheeks and forehead. Besides, he knows that she would help him if he were seriously injured. Well, maybe after laughing at him and cracking a joke or two at his expense. That's what friendship is also all about.
He sits up with a pained groan, shaking his head and picking a few bits of grass and dirt out of it. "Bold a' you t' think I'd do any a' that. Where would my personality go if I had t' think 'bout what someone else'd do first?"










