“ i ain’ dead bou.    really ain’ dead. “  

               SHE’S CRYING. IT’D do a lot better at garnering sympathy if she weren’t holding a KNIFE the size of her forearm and gesturing, UNCOMFORTABLY wild, as she speaks. ❝ it was supposed to be ME ! ❞ she half-wails, tiny hands curled into fists.  ❝ we were gonna be good ! it was gonna be good. but then you had to -- ❞ expression flares angry, and a moment of impulse she drives the knife through one of his hands, pinning it to the table in a way she’s done one too may times before. can feel the blade catch his veins, catch his bones, doesn’t care. HURT LIKE I HURT !!!!!  ❝ PISS ME OFF, and take advantage of how nice i am. ❞ her tone wavers, a sad, ANGRY little girl.  ❝ why’d you do that, bou ? ❞

an uproar of voices is what captures her attention.   every day was war among the people of the ranch, especially since walker’s group joined. gathering food on her plate has come to a stop, attention focused on the scene at the gate. more specifically, the boy at the gate. now was probably the worst time to try to join, seeing as everyone who lives here is already at stake of losing their safe haven.  alicia doesn’t see it like that. she sees no color, no barrier, she just sees  people. if they want to make this work it’s as simple as helping each other out and not  fighting.  god, she’s sick of the fighting. 

  Fox is a funny combination of tickled pink that...

bou voice: okay rude

i am also a fan of steve

Them hips!