i’m not always alone . thing comes with me . so there’s no need to worry about me .
﹙ puts the bag into the satchel she’s carrying and allows to be touched by him , resisting the urge to roll her eyes . ﹚
( contrast to the steady frown adorning his——Tyler steps forward, skateboard forgotten, giving the visible parts of her skin a critical once-over for serious wounds. )
I wish you'd stop going a͟l͟o͟n͟e͟.
what ﹖ have you never seen evidence before ﹖
﹙ 𝓶erlina isn’t trying to hide the fact that she’s holding a bag with a bloody knife : it looks like they’ve both been busy today . there’s a small smirk around the corner of her soft lips . ﹚
( lips quirk as board comes to a halt beneath beat up sneaker. )
just waiting for me to crack my skull open, huh? ( gaze falls to *𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in her hand. . . ) what's that?