FRIENDS DON'T LIE.

Well, she had half expected him to spin off some wondrous story that left him with the dirt and scratches dotting his legs and arms. How could she blame him? He was a kid, doing his BEST to lie, with the scoff only proving to be the cherry on top. Hands on her hips with a raised brow, lips pursing to let out a SHRILL whistle. Letting herself fall back to rest on a worn log, long legs splayed outwards, settling the rifle down aside the few others she’d brought along. Eager crunching of leaves and PANTS that follow as the dog comes barreling through into the clearing. Pink tongue hanging out, tail practically vibrating his whole body as Rye eagerly bounced around the boy.

“Mhmm? Well I don’t live too far from here, and I gotta keep my aim sharp since I’m meant to be the warden.” A huff of a laugh, fingers snapping to bring the canine to her side, hand ruffling pointed ears. “Maybe I’m just practicin’ to prove I’m the best shot.” A playful WINK to follow her words.

”You didn’t hear if from me but… I’ve got better aim than Hopper.” The idle grin doesn’t leave her cheeks, hands running over the barrel of a limber rifle. Checking the safety with a HUFF, careful hands extend it to the boy. “Now it isn’t loaded and the safety is on, but have a feel… You wanna try some target practice with me?”

as canine comes bounding into focus ( and closer to him ), he can’t help the SMILE that plays along his lips. hands are gentle, and yet firm, as they pet along rye’s body; fingers giving scritches behind his ears before he resumes previous petting--- quiet ‘hello’s and ‘good boy’s being spoken by teen as he remained knelt before the canine. though attention is drawn up towards HER once more as she speaks up, and mike is slow to return to a full stance as dog trots back to her side; a grin playing along his lips.

❝ ------right. ❞ a quiet laugh. ❝ well.. ---you didn’t hear it from me, but i think even nancy has got better aim than hop. ❞ though joking is short lived as rifle is soon outstretched towards him; his once AMUSED expression falling into one of both mild shock and confusion.

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            ❛  if you could please stop staring ——   ❜    his skin protection is glitching. failing and flickering on and off from a harsh blow to his temple that narrowly avoided permanently damaging his LED. an LED that cycles a burning red, coated by a thick coat of blue blood that covers half his face. the genetic skin projection completely removed from the point of damage. revealing the shiny white plastic of connor’s true form. the android squeezings his eyes shut. the world spinning. he can barely focus on the errors clouding his HUB. teeth grinding together as the skin projection continues to fail.    ❛  i’ll be fine. just…help me inside, please?  ❜

APOLOGY sits on the tip of his tongue, yet is left unspoken--- he didn’t exactly mean to stare ( he certainly didn’t intend to, at least ), but he also couldn’t quite help it, either. it was .. a lot to take in though. from the blazing RED that cycled through his LED, to the splattering of thirium along his form ( a telltale sign that blood belonged to him rather than that of another without having to even look at place where faux skin was missing ). he’s quick to jump into action, however; the boy briskly walking to android’s side and wrapping an arm ‘round his waist, his freehand coming up to grab at other’s wrist and sling his arm over his shoulder. 

carefully does he help to maneuver them both into the SAFETY of building’s interior, his gaze faltering about for a place to sit HIM down before settling upon a desk. ❝ --c’mon, this way. ❞ voice quiet, he takes the lead; steps slightly quicker than before as he nears destination, urging the android to SIT upon smooth surface. moving away to stand before him, mike keeps a hand resting ‘pon other’s forearm ( a means to keep him steady ); his brows furrowing.

The sound of glass shattering as a bullet rips through them is always welcome, air filled with the fresh scent of gunfire as she finally lowers the rifle down from her shoulder. Muscles still tender, bandages kept tight around her arm and gut. At least they were HIDDEN, bar some peaking below her shirt sleeve, there wouldn’t be many questions. Busy unloading the gun, checking over the barrel before the soft crunch of the leaves caught her attention. A turn, a smile, the kid felt like her shadow at times. He was a troublemaker, sure, but she couldn’t help be soft on him.

”Okay don’t tell me… You’re here because you went on your ass in the woods? Or did you wanna see my dog again?”

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perhaps he’d wandered a bit too far from home this time ( perhaps he couldn’t find it in himself to CARE ). this part of the woods ------ they weren’t unfamiliar to him; having traveled through them many a time before ( for slightly different reasons than what brought him out here now ). perhaps he SHOULD have feared the sound of gunfire breaking through the silence his surroundings brought--- well, at least he knew he was close. he catches glimpse of familiar form through trees, and albeit with caution, does he approach; his steps careful, yet not silent ( better not to sneak up on her ). leaves and twigs crunching beneath his feet as he draws closer, there’s a smile that tugs at lips when attention is drawn towards himself; his gaze falling upon her face, smile growing upon catching glimpse of her own------ and immediately fading ( a look of faux confusion crossing his expression now ) as she questions him.

❝ what ? ❞ tone incredulous, a SCOFF following suit. ❝ i didn’t .. go on my ass in the woods..  ❞ whatever that meant. ❝ it was definitely because i wanted to see your dog again-- ❞ not entirely a lie, but.. 

            ❝ if we’re both going 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀 ,                       then we’ll go crazy 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 , right ? ❞