CLAIRE REDFIELD*

"women. they're so fucking cool. i want to be friends with all the women ever. can't do that if I'm dead"

-anonymous

@/hredgun — aromantic bisexual @/demorkie — transmasc gay acespec @/crimesc3ne — aromantic lesbian demigirl @/disrntdeb — bisexual (at least, the human muse. infected muse does NOT fw any1) @/mouldycgrttes — lesbian

she jumped up and down sporadically as she exclaimed.

Claire's skin jumped at the sudden yelling; lips sinking into her mouth, worried between her teeth before popping back, visibly redder than last.

"Candyman?" She grinned, teeth showing in her mild confusion — no, scratch that, just confusion fit. "...Uhm, ok," her eyes darted, searching the area for clues and answers she didnt yet have.

How did she know her name?

"Hello there." She greeted from a safe distance.

- @terato-canis

"Hm?"

Claire hummed, her head whipped towards the voice. The prickly ends of her ponytail thwack-ed her cheek at the motion; the soft flesh itched with mild irritation.

Grayed irises slid almost erratically; searching for the source. Zeroing onto the little girl, they softened. The crease of skin between her brows smoothened ever so slightly.

...What was a kid doing here?

The child remained in the shadows, not wanting to scare or disgust the nice lady. She knew it was her turn to talk, but she was at a loss on what she should say.

"Thanks," her cheeks pronounced a bit as her smile widened, eyes squinting at the corners. "It's okay; you can come out," She assured, softly beckoning the girl closer. Her tone calm—collected, even. All despite the lingering weariness and fading adrenaline.

...