( if it's expected to expose the worst side of themselves, that can also be good. at this given point, his daughter prefers to get everything over with and have everyone just hate and leave her, instead of going on with this facade. she is better with handling those who want her dead than someone expressing they care to only backpedal later. it's exhausting having her heart crushed over and over again, and maybe if this corruption suffocates every ounce of goodness in her, and turn her into a full-fledge beast,.... it'll be simpler for everyone; the world will be black and white. no more gray areas.
when silco sets off to the living room, jinx rolls her shoulder and readjusts herself in her seat to hunker down more into her meal. the way she tears into her dinner is still gruesome, it's like watching a crow pecking and tugging on a carcass' large intestine or various organs. and when her father returns, her eyes bolt up to the sack -- eyebrow quirking yet again. the girl reaches over to the pouch, curling her finger to tug it open further for better inspection. )
Oh, those.
( just by that reply, he has his answer, but jinx will further confirm it -- mouth full, of course. )
Eh, here and there. Got a few stashed upstairs. I've been jammin' them in my things. And results? — A seventy-five percent probability. Alllllmost hitting that "you're a dud, stud" rating.
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Date: 2024-01-20 07:12 pm (UTC)when silco sets off to the living room, jinx rolls her shoulder and readjusts herself in her seat to hunker down more into her meal. the way she tears into her dinner is still gruesome, it's like watching a crow pecking and tugging on a carcass' large intestine or various organs. and when her father returns, her eyes bolt up to the sack -- eyebrow quirking yet again. the girl reaches over to the pouch, curling her finger to tug it open further for better inspection. )
Oh, those.
( just by that reply, he has his answer, but jinx will further confirm it -- mouth full, of course. )
Eh, here and there. Got a few stashed upstairs. I've been jammin' them in my things. And results? — A seventy-five percent probability. Alllllmost hitting that "you're a dud, stud" rating.