⠀ oh — can she help ? he should really be more careful. ( 😔 ) she’s better now that he’s home ! ⠀

⠀ . . . 💭 ⠀

⠀ flickers into view atop of him, chest to chest, head in hands, curious smile. ⠀

⠀ blinking a few times, doe eyes search his face quietly. “ you’re hurt. ” ⠀

⠀ tilting her head slightly, digital fingertips reach out to ghost over the blooming bruise. “ it doesn’t look like nothing. ” ⠀

⠀ frowning a little, she withdrew her hand, eventually causing her to sit up entirely. then, a small smile. “ do you want to talk about it ?” ⠀

⠀ another blink, information processing. experiencing pain in such a way is something she didn’t yet understand. “ do you want me to put it on ice ? it will help with the pain.” ⠀

⠀ she’s been following * HIS NAME IS K .ᐟ around like an inconspicuous puppy since he’s gotten home. seems she wants something . . . ? ⠀

⠀ halting, hazel hues flutter up at him, a sweet little smile tugging at her own lips as she tilts her head. “ will you take me out ? i thought we could go shopping. ” ⠀

⠀ the answer practically had her beaming, her face lighting up like one of the many neon signs surrounding their building. his worry was lost on her. “ we could get you some new clothes, too ! it will be fun, don’t you think ? ” ⠀

⠀ clasping her hands together, she nodded with fervour, gaze soon lowering to her clothing. it was a mixture of k’s and what she’d been bought after the . . . upgrade. “ should i change my clothes ? what do they wear in the city ?” ⠀