@thrillor, dave said: you've got blood on you.
SOFT SIGH. GENTLE SIGH. a sigh that doesn't indicate the appropriate amount of distress one would assume she would have at the sight of blood. the concept of blood on her. her lips purse, golden eyes flickering down to where dave holds her wrist - her tattooed palms pressed upwards, stained with blood. it's HER blood, clearly -- golden and glowing, thinner. it drips between them - stains his sneakers in a luminous sort of light. solveig stupidly thinks of a broken glow-stick. it's easy not to be unnerved when your blood is pretty, she supposes.
"i - i fell - i -- when i was skateboarding home. cut open my hands." reasonable enough explanation. and she's a SHITTY LIAR, and rarely tries around dave - so maybe the truth is mundane. she curls her hands, brows furrowing deeper. "s-stop. i'm -- sweetheart, i - what if - i'm gonna stain your shoes. that's gross."