Claire flushed at that phrase– Then I'd say you're perfect for me. "I– Um…." She tripped herself up and hid her face. Gosh not again…. This was the same issue with Clovis… "Y– You'd gamble your e-entire life???" T-There's no way….
She slid her arms back through the sleeves and tried to leave. "I– I really have to go–" But she winced as imaginary pain struck her ankle.
(WHISPEEERRRRRRR)
(Eeee :3)
(C'mon whisperrr)
(Bllep
(UwU)
(Just chillin and waitin on Whisper.)
(Oof)
(Yup)
Fiona raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly "Sure," She walked up to him and grabbed the gun, careful not to bump into him with the gun or her hand. She looked at him and held up the gun "I have it, what now?"
Conner took off his backpack and unzipped it, "In here please," he said, his voice tight just at the sight of the weapon
Claire flushed at that phrase– Then I'd say you're perfect for me. "I– Um…." She tripped herself up and hid her face. Gosh not again…. This was the same issue with Clovis… "Y– You'd gamble your e-entire life???" T-There's no way….
She slid her arms back through the sleeves and tried to leave. "I– I really have to go–" But she winced as imaginary pain struck her ankle.
(Sorry guys.)
Dare pulled her close again. "Hey, woah there. You can't go anywhere on that ankle. Let me see it?" He looked into her eyes, inquiring with a hand stretched out towards her ankle.
She nodded and dropped it in, not even worried that he had a weapon. "Alright, there you go."
Conner zipped up the backpack, putting it on again, "Thank you," he breathed, feeling like a weight had been lifted. They continued to walk and Conner looked at his feet, being the socially akward boio he was
Claire flushed at that phrase– Then I'd say you're perfect for me. "I– Um…." She tripped herself up and hid her face. Gosh not again…. This was the same issue with Clovis… "Y– You'd gamble your e-entire life???" T-There's no way….
She slid her arms back through the sleeves and tried to leave. "I– I really have to go–" But she winced as imaginary pain struck her ankle.(Sorry guys.)
Dare pulled her close again. "Hey, woah there. You can't go anywhere on that ankle. Let me see it?" He looked into her eyes, inquiring with a hand stretched out towards her ankle.
(It okay :3)
Claire bit her lip. “That… other guy [Conner] r-relocated it…. I…. I don’t know why it’s hurting so bad…..” He told me it shouldn’t hurt…. A pin-needle pain struck her, and she squeaked embarrassingly. What is wrong with me….? She lifted it up, having her foot dangle in the air. “I… I guess you can look at it…” She sat back up on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge.
Fiona shrugged "No problem," she smiled softly and looked around, not wanting to seem annoying.
Conner slid his hands into his pockets as they walked, "S-So how did you end up with them?" Conner asked, trying to start a discussion
"Well, I ran into them a while ago and I just kinda stuck with them. We picked up App and Clair a few weeks ago and now you." Fiona glanced at Conner and kicked a rock with her foot.
Conner nodded, looking up at the sky. A cool breeze blew through the alley and he shivered slightly, the clothes he was currently wearing being the only things he had
Fiona saw him shiver and she took off her jacket, offering it to him slowly. "Here, you need it more than me," she said softly, feeling herself already get colder.
(lol, Mr. Tumnus)
Conner looked at her, shaking his head, "No, no, you keep it," he insisted, "I've survived with less," he said truthfully, though he was warmed by the offer.
(I feel like at somepoint after he talks to whoever about his past he just needs to become this boss a b and like be super confident and a great marksman and also learn to throw knives and s like total turnaround. And everyone is like
excuse me
dafuq
(YASSSSS)
(y tho?)
Fiona chuckled "So have I, trust me," she put her jacket back on and smiled at the ground.
(y tho?)
Because character developement and overcoming obstacles
I honestly have no fing idea I just really want to see Conner become bada XD//