#* bambi.

decisión tomada aún genera inseguridad y aunque está convencida en que no hay maldad en acciones del pasado teme que a ojos de la castaña pueda ser considerado como pecado. ❛ ba-bambi, nosotros, reese y yo, queríamos hablarte sobre algo. hemos pensado que lo mejor sería hacerlo ambos al mismo tiempo. ❜ mirada se desvía hacia figura masculina suplicando apoyo de algún tipo, puede que jurar que respiración se agita con cada pulsación generando malestar en cada zona de anatomía. 

“ ¡ya no sé si creer en el cuento de terror o en la historia real, no sé distinguir nada, bambi! ” respiración agitada impulsa palabras alteradas a salir como dardos envenenados que en primera instancia no deberían florecer. “ quiero seguir con mi vida normal pero la realidad es que este tópico no para de resonar allá donde voy. es agotador y no puedes pedirme que me relaje. ” es notable la pérdida de nervios por situación que ha terminado por azotarla con más fuerza de la esperada. 

the blonde cants her head in pseudo confusion. " me? spying? no, no, no! i was just testing out these new binoculars i just got. they're really cool. super clear. you can see like, so far away with them. " what she won't say is that she found them in a dumpster last week and just brushed some gunk off before deeming them usable. bambi's not quite sure if munson is daft enough to take the bait, but it doesn't hurt to try. if not, there are a ton of other suckers in town who'd love to trade their savings for a pair of junky binoculars, no questions asked. " i've actually never seen this model before. i think it must be. . . military grade, y'know? i think they have night vision but i haven't had the chance to try 'em out yet. these must be worth a lot, honestly. you want to give 'em a spin? "

" so. . . what are we supposed to do now? " conscious or unconscious, a mungo is still a mungo and this guy has to be like, thirty five or something, so that's pretty gross. bambi leers at him like he's got some sort of disease and prods at his side with the toe of her boot. " i would feel kinda bad just leaving him here but. . . i dunno, what if it's like, a trap or something? we bring him back to town and he just. . . kills everyone? " she's been listening to too many radio dramas and it shows. if she were lying unconscious on the side of the road, she'd definitely want someone to help her. " wait, are you sure he's not dead already? did you check his pulse and shit? "

DARIUS.