kid king

          There’s something quite like a long-suffering sigh expressed from soft lips; there were times she hated this form — it’s heart was softer than she often allowed herself to be. But being kind was not necessarily antonymous with being prideful or arrogant. Perhaps some of her warmth could be chalked up to a moment of weakness or perhaps she wasn’t as bad as she liked to outwardly portray herself ninety percent of the time.

          Blood was no issue for her unless it got on her expensive clothing or shoes; though she understood where it could be problematic for others.

she sighs and he wonders if he said something wrong, because despite being rather charismatic most of the time, people can give him the strangest looks over the weirdest things. before she talks, he looks her over, hair on the back of his neck prickling slightly. he doesn't get along too well with people with dark hair, but she's nice and when she speaks he realizes that she is very nice.

after that, he calms down, smiling slightly and running a hand through shaggy hair.

[Regret almost runs into the kid, and it’s hard to say whose fault it is. The kid looks half-dead and Regret’s sleep-deprived and struggling with maintaining things underneath his skin.

So instead of being a complete asshole, he’s just a subpar asshole. Truly an accomplishment.]

wow. rude. he doesn't even bother sitting up at first, hands still braced on his knees as he breaths. in out. in out. in out. huff out a sigh. he even glares a little bit at the man in front of him when he finally stands up.

his voice comes out far more shaky than he wants. great.

          ❝—- you should watch where you’re —❞

          Her words are halted with ease as the metallic scent of blood reaches a far stronger sense of smell than she’d like to have. Brows furrowing a little at the boy, perhaps in another form she’d resume scolding him for bumping into her. But one could say he lucked out; though that might be a stretch to say the least given this is still Gloria.

his eyes dart upward, guilt in them as he realizes he bumped into the woman. he almost apologizes when she stops scolding him, which leaves him confused. her question catches him off guard and, after a few more deep breaths, he slowly raises himself upwards, giving her a sheepish look.

"uh, sorry. i had a too close encounter with blood. makes me feel -"  faint, nauseous, hungry?