Blue tosses a blackberry at Adam for that joke and swats belatedly at Noah, but her rolled eyed smirk fades entirely as Adam turns around. As Ronan stops in his tracks.
I convinced myself I deserved it. It's neat, legible; it doesn't look like sharpie or feel like it's referring to anything at all playful. It feels --
It feels like she's going to be sick, is what it feels like. What the hell...
"It's not a tattoo," she says, almost inaudibly. She reaches for Noah, partly to see what happened and partly to have contact with someone. Maybe Krem would get his pain tattooed onto his skin to heal it, but Adam wouldn't want to remember it like that. "It's --" She looks around, her feeling of dread growing by the minute. Of suspicion and unease with this place. "Do we all have something on us?"
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I convinced myself I deserved it. It's neat, legible; it doesn't look like sharpie or feel like it's referring to anything at all playful. It feels --
It feels like she's going to be sick, is what it feels like. What the hell...
"It's not a tattoo," she says, almost inaudibly. She reaches for Noah, partly to see what happened and partly to have contact with someone. Maybe Krem would get his pain tattooed onto his skin to heal it, but Adam wouldn't want to remember it like that. "It's --" She looks around, her feeling of dread growing by the minute. Of suspicion and unease with this place. "Do we all have something on us?"