Exhaustion finally wins, but I got some work done beforehand! In total, I’m already further than where I got in last year’s NaNoWriMo (slightly embarrassing).
“Can’t exactly go wandering around anyway, can you?” His deep voice oozed triumph. “And even without the st… stains, you look like a recluse freak with that hair.”
“Yeah?” she snapped, her hand swatting him over the head. “And what’s with that white color you’ve got? They let you dye your hair in that insane asylum? And visit the tanning salon? …hey. H-hey! Open your eyes!”
She slapped him again and the demon jolted. His briefly limp grip latched back onto her ankle. “What the hell?!”
“…just making sure you didn’t die,” she sighed, sitting crouched beside him. She glanced him over, then surveyed the area once more. “Do you know where we are?”
“There’s a… town, several miles further down. It’s a shithole. They got… back-alley doctors, if you want a fix-me-up.”
“…I don’t,” Kira grumbled.
“Well I do. Take me there.”
She stared down at him blankly. “…excuse me?”
“Take me there.” His lips stretched into a tired, but sly grin. “…or are you gonna live with the fact that you murdered someone?”
“I wouldn’t call you someone,” she grumbled, but she knew he’d gotten her. She couldn’t live with any more guilt. “…can you even stand?”
“Nope,” he replied flatly. The embarrassment had turned into another form of torment, making him much less reluctant to admit it.
Rolling her eyes, the girl caved to his whims instantly. She leaned down, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and hauled him to his feet. “You’re heavy.”
“It’s called muscle. Look it up sometime, skeleton.”
“Funny…” she mused. “I seem to have beaten your ass a few times already without it.”
That shut him up, and at last she was able to proceed with some quiet.
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