“ you’ve got blood on your shoe. ” had his father’s skills of observation, but unfortunately, none of his TACT. the bloody stain was only small, barely visible, and yet had peaked the child’s morbid sense of curiosity in a heartbeat. “ you’re not a serial killer, are you? if you are, you’re not a very GOOD one. ”
// @medicalprodigy
“What a lil’ cutie!” She leans forward, palms pressed just above her knees. She reaches out, giving his hair a tussle. “No, no. I’m not a serial killer.” Her brow quizzically draws together. The kid was sharp. “This is jus’ some paint,” she lies through her pearly white grin. She crouches down beside the boy, lacing her fingers together. “Y’know, this alley ain’t too safe. Where’s your parents, tiger?”