#breidablikfated

       “nah. i had t’ get it myself, so ya get t’ do the fuckin’ same. actually, i think this was the last’a it--- whoops.” siiiiip.

       “no. n-not right now— not any time soon. ‘ve had enough’a those fuckers t’ last me a fuckin’ week at least. ‘m not tryin’ t’ fuckin’ die, believe it or not.”

*:･ﾟ✧ cypher is lonely. at all times. even when she may not seem like it, she is. growing up with hardly any friends and eventually being left to live out in the streets is a main reason for it. she may have her defense mechanism and act like it doesn’t bother her or she doesn’t give a shit about being alone, but her true nature hidden underneath it hates it so much and just wants it to stop. she doesn’t want to be lonely like she is, but she can’t risk herself getting hurt again. she can’t.

“You broke your ankle, Kiran? Do I need to carry you to a healer to have it looked over? Mended?” Did the fact he was being flirted with fly over Tharros’ head? It most certainly did.

Punching an unknown object was never a good idea. What if it was alive and retaliated? That could get bad and cause a huge mess for the entire order. The Prince had a feeling that the other won’t listen though, so he took a step back to put some space between himself and Kiran.