eventually coming to a stop right behind him as he spoke . slowly pulling the beanie off his head , barely even examining it before tossing it off elsewhere .
“ right .. jam , indeed .
what’s a small thing like 𝘺𝘰𝘶 doing around here ? are you asking for death ? ”
his heavily-bagged irises struggled to even maintain some level of eye contact, due to the speed in which she circled his field of view.
there was no mistaking the distinct, metallic stench of blood.
"n-no, i'm just– just . . confused, is all.
. . . that's just jam, right?"