🎵🌌See The Stars With Us, Again🌌🎵

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

The teenager pulls out his custom pistol out from behind the kitchen island, keeping it from view as he readies himself for the worst case. It wouldn't be the first time he had to kill somebody. "... Is there something wrong?"

Ronán without a moments hesitation took three quick shots at her. One aimed at her thigh while the other two were aimed at her stomach since they had the most surface area. Afterwards he used his smaller size and agility to make his way towards where his TV and couch were, trying to use them as some sort of cover.

"Alright, so we're really doing this." Ronán muttered to himself as he clicked the safety back onto his gun and pocketed it. He reached into one of his many jacket pockets and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol with a piece of cloth in it. In one quick motion he took a lighter from another one and ignited it, taking a moment to aim properly before chucking at the barreling woman as he used the couch as some makeshift barrier between him and her.

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

The teenager pulls out his custom pistol out from behind the kitchen island, keeping it from view as he readies himself for the worst case. It wouldn't be the first time he had to kill somebody. "... Is there something wrong?"

Ronán without a moments hesitation took three quick shots at her. One aimed at her thigh while the other two were aimed at her stomach since they had the most surface area. Afterwards he used his smaller size and agility to make his way towards where his TV and couch were, trying to use them as some sort of cover.

"Alright, so we're really doing this." Ronán muttered to himself as he clicked the safety back onto his gun and pocketed it. He reached into one of his many jacket pockets and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol with a piece of cloth in it. In one quick motion he took a lighter from another one and ignited it, taking a moment to aim properly before chucking at the barreling woman as he used the couch as some makeshift barrier between him and her.

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

The teenager pulls out his custom pistol out from behind the kitchen island, keeping it from view as he readies himself for the worst case. It wouldn't be the first time he had to kill somebody. "... Is there something wrong?"

Ronán without a moments hesitation took three quick shots at her. One aimed at her thigh while the other two were aimed at her stomach since they had the most surface area. Afterwards he used his smaller size and agility to make his way towards where his TV and couch were, trying to use them as some sort of cover.

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

The teenager pulls out his custom pistol out from behind the kitchen island, keeping it from view as he readies himself for the worst case. It wouldn't be the first time he had to kill somebody. "... Is there something wrong?"

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

The teenager pulls out his custom pistol out from behind the kitchen island, keeping it from view as he readies himself for the worst case. It wouldn't be the first time he had to kill somebody. "... Is there something wrong?"

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

"It's all good and yeah. It might be best for you to leave while you're still you. If you want to take the pizza or juice with you I'll let you and you can try and eat or drink on your own time.

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

Ronán nods his head, his hand still near his pocket and a steely gaze on his face. "It's all good, sorry I'm not of more help. You could probably find a vacant apartment to bunker down in while you recover and get a better grip of... your thoughts. Maybe if you're lucky you can find somebody who can hold their own if you lose yourself and bring you back."

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

"Uhhh... well yeah, true. I guess just fit what you can between the non melted bits if you can or... maybe cut a hole? It's either that or die of starvation or dehydration." He shuffles a little in place, very uncomfortable by the whole situation and how unpredictable Hellen could possibly be. "I'll let you eat and drink, or attempt to at least. With how... you killed Sam, or one of the Sam's and how you still seem confused by everything I can't let you stay here. I have my little brother to keep safe and can't risk you losing control."

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

Ronán slowly nodded his head with everything she said. At least she remembered they've met and hung out a little bit, asking about cooking and the like. That was a good sign that she wasn't entirely a lost cause. He wasn't exactly sure what Hellen could eat with her whole... face situation, or lack of for that matter, so he placed a thermos of fruit juice and a plate of leftover pizza on the counter for her to grab as needed. "Ok, most of that sounds about right and you remember Sybil and kind of Sam." He took in a deep breath and then exhaled as he decided to just bite the bullet and ask. "Who did you kill? Was it Sam?"

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Ronán keeps his hand where it's at while he continues backing up, trying to guide her towards the kitchen. If anything, he'd have a barrier between him and her by the kitchen island if things turn south. "If... you give me a second I can get you some leftovers from the fridge. I don't mind feeding you if you don't get aggressive... And for my own sanity, list off what you remember so I know you're lucid."

A look of confusion and then sheer betrayal flashes on Ronán's face as he takes a step back. One of his hands moves towards one of his pockets and remains there, his stance changing to the defensive. He briefly interacted with Hellen and she seemed quiet, but not dangerous, and so he wasn't going to go attacking just yet. He's met a few cursed before and she could possibly use his help. "You... mind explaining yourself Hellen, before I do something I really don't want to do?"

Idk man here bro *you now have a rain cloud hailing on you for like 10 asks*

I think I'm fine with this. That's just normal ass Canada weather and I don't mind the cold anyway.