HEAVENBOUND.

send one for my muse’s reaction~

the sound of a muffled crash is heard and her attention is quickly pulled from the task at hand. ino contemplates just ignoring it and hoping it was simply that something had fallen over due to imbalance or even just calling the cops just to make sure everything was alright. she quickly settles on finding the latter too excessive and the first much more plausible. either way, she would have to go downstairs to check. slowly getting up, she quietly makes her way across the room and grabs hold of a baseball bat reserved to be used for just these kinds of cases. she walks down the stairs with careful deliberation, making sure to be as quiet as possible. 

walking into the flower shop, she quickly notices shards of broken glass scattered about the floor and– was that blood? her heart thuds noisily against her chest and she’s almost afraid that the fact that she was there would be noticed. against better judgement, she follows the trail of blood leading towards the counter. raising the bat above her head, she quickly steps around the corner fully ready to attack and honestly already swinging before she pauses midway as she realizes that there was a stranger bleeding out all over her floor ( and she didn’t even have to hit him! ) 

& AMID HIS STRUGGLING stood there a stranger whose presence he had not accounted, a baseball bat clutched in her hands, gazing at him with a countenance less of fear & more of astonishment ( was that repulsion or pity? ).

GLASS CRUNCHED BENEATH his feet as he pressed forward, the remnants of his damage to the windows grinding against his heels; blood trickled down his front, staining the counter with the metallic scent of artificial ichor, percolating against the cloth of his shirt as he hissed, intended aggression falling short of pitiful.

            “DON’T CALL THE cops.”

Jeremy Mann