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Rosemary flops her head onto Chris's lap as she lays on the couch, a bag of potato chips pulled to her chest. "Slay me."
Chris sat with confusion plastered on his face.“E-eh, what now?”He looked down at her with his famous puppy dog face.
The pinkette sighed, popping a chip into her mouth as she closed her eyes. “I’m tired. Slay me. Let me rest.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Yeah, no problem!” She set his plate on the coffee table for him, going back briefly to grab her own plate. She returned, sat next to him, and began eating, hoping to God that he didn’t try and start any conversations.
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“… Nevermind.” She sighed, throwing the chicken breasts onto a plate and then nuking them in the microwave. While that defrosted them, she yanked out the questionable yet fresh lettuce and veggies, preparing a bowl of salad.
Chris blinked, wondering what the problem was. Eventually, he got tired of wondering and lied down on the couch, counting the strands of hair that were in his face. He giggled once he got to 12, only because he could never remember what came after 12. It’s like he has a fear of bad luck…
After about fifteen minutes, she’d fried up the chicken breasts, cut them up, and completed the chicken salad. She set up two plates, pouring two new glasses of lemonade before bringing out Chris’ plate and drink. “Here. Bon appetite!” She giggled.
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“... Nevermind.” She sighed, throwing the chicken breasts onto a plate and then nuking them in the microwave. While that defrosted them, she yanked out the questionable yet fresh lettuce and veggies, preparing a bowl of salad.
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
The pinkette nodded, standing up from the couch. She herself wasn’t all that hungry, but cooking made for a great excuse to get out of a possible situation that she didn’t want to be a part of. “Do you want any salad…? Oh! Do you have any chicken here? I could make a chicken salad for us both! Just something small, you know? They say ‘Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper, so…!”
He became lost in thought, wondering what food he really had in the house. “Hm… Check the fridge! I think last time Carter brought me some stuff!” He hummed, becoming distracted and sorta forgetting want he was doing or what he was talking about. “One time, this one girl was really mean, but she like me for some reason… And-” But before he could finish, he stuttered and squinted, immediately forgetting what he was saying.
Rose was already on her way to the kitchen, but she raised an eyebrow at him in confusion at the sputter. “Yeah?” She padded over to the fridge, opening the door and grinning when she found a package of chicken in the freezer. She’d have to thaw it out... But it wasn’t anything that a microwave couldn’t handle!
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
The pinkette nodded, standing up from the couch. She herself wasn’t all that hungry, but cooking made for a great excuse to get out of a possible situation that she didn’t want to be a part of. “Do you want any salad...? Oh! Do you have any chicken here? I could make a chicken salad for us both! Just something small, you know? They say ‘Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper, so...!”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Er… Sure. Yeah. Friends. Best friends!” She giggled softly, holding out her hand and extending her pinky out to him. Hey, if it gave her a roof over her head and a bed to sleep in at night, she’d become this guy’s slave. Well, no, not really. But you get the idea. “Pinky promise.”
His smile wasn’t overjoyed or incredibly bright. It was subtle… But very very sincere. He truly appreciated this… And the fact that she was making it a pinky promise… He finally found a true best friend. Chris giggled, wrapping his pinky around hers. “Pinky promise…”
Her face blushed pink lightly when he did, and she briefly averted her gaze. He was cute, she had to admit. He really was just like a puppy, which made it even more adorable. She let go of his pinky after a moment, sighing. “Good, glad we got that out of the way... Are you hungry at all?”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Er... Sure. Yeah. Friends. Best friends!” She giggled softly, holding out her hand and extending her pinky out to him. Hey, if it gave her a roof over her head and a bed to sleep in at night, she’d become this guy’s slave. Well, no, not really. But you get the idea. “Pinky promise.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Woah there.” She put a hand out, signalling for him to dial it down a notch as she giggled. He really was an adult child, but… Thankfully, she didn’t mind too much. She had always liked kids, anyway. “First of all, everyone does indeed experience emotions. Emotional just means that… You feel emotions stronger than other people, or you act on them more. And, to answer your final question, no. Plants and inanimate objects don’t feel anything.”
“Ooh… It all makes sense now!” He giggled, placing his hands on his lap confidently. He loved learning new things… Even if he was a bit slow at it. “Well I hope being emotional doesn’t mean that people will start avoiding me… One time, I saw this kid crying, and his mom didn’t even help him! All the strangers around them just kinda strayed away from them! I felt really bad… Even though I didn’t know why he was crying. Maybe he was throwing a fit! Or maybe he found out his dad was beating his mom all these years and they were getting a divorce but the mother blamed it on the kid and now she’s gonna go into a huge depression and become addicted to all these different drugs and she’ll become an alcoholic and the kid will be sent to an orphanage because the government took him away and he’ll never be adopted or loved ever again!!!!” He began to panic a little, but went right back to his cheerful self after he took a breath and another sip of his drink.
Rose blinked, confusion coating her expression before it soon went back to normal. What a strange kid... “Uh... Yeah. Sure. I’m.. Yeah.” She reached out and patted his hair, humming softly. “I don’t think anyone will start avoiding you. And, hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll always be here. Probably.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Woah there.” She put a hand out, signalling for him to dial it down a notch as she giggled. He really was an adult child, but... Thankfully, she didn’t mind too much. She had always liked kids, anyway. “First of all, everyone does indeed experience emotions. Emotional just means that... You feel emotions stronger than other people, or you act on them more. And, to answer your final question, no. Plants and inanimate objects don’t feel anything.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
Rosemary laughed softly, relief flooding through her. Perhaps her asking to stay was for her own selfish benefit, but she wouldn’t tell him that of course. And yes, this was the worst part of town, but that was something she could look over. After all, she knew how to take care of herself, and she would at least have a roof over her head and some… Rather questionable food on the table. Beggars can’t be choosers. “You’re welcome,” she responded, brushing a strand of pink hair from her face with a smile. “Like I said, I have a source of income, so I’ll be able to pay for rent and chip in with groceries if needed. And, of course, I’ll help with cooking and cleaning. And… Once I get my next… Paycheck… I’ll help fix up those bullet holes in the walls for you.”
“Really?!”
He teared up a little, tightly hugging her quite abruptly. He was careful about her drink, making sure he didn’t bump her too hard. Her was overwhelmed with joy and happiness from the current situation. This was the best moment of his life. At least… A moment he could remember fully…
“Thank you… This means a lot… This… This’ll help me find a job quicker! So that way both efforts will be well worth it and worked hard for!”
Stiffening at the suddenness of the tight hug, she laughed again, hugging him back with her free arm before she set her drink on the coffee table. It really was a wonder how this boy had lasted so long... “It’s no big deal, really. But you’re welcome either way. I’m just glad that I-- that you’re happy.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
Rosemary laughed softly, relief flooding through her. Perhaps her asking to stay was for her own selfish benefit, but she wouldn’t tell him that of course. And yes, this was the worst part of town, but that was something she could look over. After all, she knew how to take care of herself, and she would at least have a roof over her head and some... Rather questionable food on the table. Beggars can’t be choosers. “You’re welcome,” she responded, brushing a strand of pink hair from her face with a smile. “Like I said, I have a source of income, so I’ll be able to pay for rent and chip in with groceries if needed. And, of course, I’ll help with cooking and cleaning. And... Once I get my next... Paycheck... I’ll help fix up those bullet holes in the walls for you.”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
She giggled at his reaction, sipping down her lemonade a bit more as she leaned back and crossed her legs. It felt good to relax for once… Of course, she was still slightly on edge due to his story of the thieves that had broken in, but being in here was still miles better than being out there. “So you really live alone?” She looked back over at him, raising an eyebrow. It was hard to believe, what with his helplessness, but it appeared to be that way. “That’s… Courageous. And you’ve never considered a housemate at all?”
“M-hm! I’ve thought of it, but I don’t have many friends who would be willing to do that! I can’t afford any pets either… But that’s ok! It just helps me get out and meet new people! That’s my favorite part of anything ever!” He took a sip of the lemonade, but his glass was oddly too lemony and sour. He still liked it, but his tense and squished facial expression might’ve said otherwise.
“That makes sense, I suppose.” She observed his facial expressions, curiously sipping her own drink but finding nothing wrong with it. Perhaps it was because her sense of taste was already extremely dull, or perhaps she was rarely met with a luxury such as lemonade, but she couldn’t sense anything wrong with her glass. “If... You want...” She started out her next words carefully, knowing she was treading on dangerous ground here. “I could stay here for a while with you. I know it’s a lot to request since I’d be another mouth to feed, but... I already have a job technically. And I would, of course, help around the place what with chores and cleaning. Plus I could help protect the place from intruders like the guys who stole your clothes...”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
She giggled at his reaction, sipping down her lemonade a bit more as she leaned back and crossed her legs. It felt good to relax for once... Of course, she was still slightly on edge due to his story of the thieves that had broken in, but being in here was still miles better than being out there. “So you really live alone?” She looked back over at him, raising an eyebrow. It was hard to believe, what with his helplessness, but it appeared to be that way. “That’s... Courageous. And you’ve never considered a housemate at all?”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Uh… Huh…” She couldn’t help but feel concern for the man, no completely befuddled as to how he was still alive. It seemed that to him everything was butterflies and rainbows–the exact opposite for how she saw everything. A part of her felt bad for him, almost protective. A sort of pity, if you will. At the very least, his story confirmed that he was indeed completely harmless. She wouldn’t be getting killed during this stay here–at least, not by him directly. “It was nice of you to give them those things, but… You should probably start locking all the doors and windows when you don’t need them open. Just to be safe.”
“Oh I did! Mich told me to before she left. They said that they got in because they’re magic! Do you think they’re wizards? Or maybe demons like Jaden!” He brought her glass of lemonade over to her, holding his own and sitting on the couch. He set his cup down on the small coffee table in front of him and patted the couch a little too quickly and excitedly… But could you blame him?
“Or they broke in...” She sighed, shaking her head before taking a seat next to him. His talk of wizards and demons went over her head, and she only marked it off as apart of his childishness. She sipped the lemonade he gave her, humming in satisfaction. “It tastes good...”
The pink-haired woman was lost, surprisingly. She continuously checked her map, but to no avail. There's gotta be someone around this city who could help her, right...? {lcvelykiller ; for chris?}
Chris was humming down the street but getting glares from everyone. It’s Detroit, he’s used to it. His bright, welcoming smile plastered permanently on his face.He saw the girl and started to notices that she was struggling a bit. Looking at the map, he realized she might be lost. So from across the street, he shouted to her.“HEY! ARE YOU LOST, MA'AM?”
“Uh... Huh...” She couldn’t help but feel concern for the man, no completely befuddled as to how he was still alive. It seemed that to him everything was butterflies and rainbows--the exact opposite for how she saw everything. A part of her felt bad for him, almost protective. A sort of pity, if you will. At the very least, his story confirmed that he was indeed completely harmless. She wouldn’t be getting killed during this stay here--at least, not by him directly. “It was nice of you to give them those things, but... You should probably start locking all the doors and windows when you don’t need them open. Just to be safe.”
