#paperkills

[infectmama-blog]

@paperkills

            “I’m sorry, I --- I’m not paying attention at all.”  Crowds are both frightening and comforting; the sharp contrast within her crowded guts mixes uneasily with her anxiety and discomfort.  Steals her focus.  She’d run into another, nearly knocked the stranger over.  CLUMSY, CLUMSY.  Lashes lift, eyes exhausted but APOLOGETIC resting above dark circles.  “I --- are you okay?”

[eugenesimms]

@paperkills​ sent: 

“Thank you.”

Eugene had been thanked quite a few times since saving Seattle with Delsin and Fetch, but each time nonetheless caught him off guard. Each time sucked the wind out of him, made his eyes well up in the shocked knowledge that someone thought he had done well enough to receive thanks before anything else. 

“You’re welcome--” Eugene said, looking up from his phone. He found himself slightly caught off guard by the paper mask. “M, Ma’am?”