even though the voice is familiar ( and helpful ), she lets out a loud huff once she hears it. ❛ Does it 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 like I do —- ? ❜ .. after a moment, the blonde seems to feel a little bad about snipping at Steve, because she’s already gingerly handing it over to him.

Cheryl had a habit of being a bit too blunt when it wasn't needed ; didn't help that this dumb broken flashlight had eaten up at least an hour of her time already. ❛ .. Okay. ❜ definitely wasn't going to hover over him just to be sure he was careful. squiiiiiiiiiiiint.

she kind of misses her pocket knife, as dull as it was. when a bunch of losers in a hoodie get to run around with one the size of her arm it's totally fine - but 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 she has a tiny one that probably would feel like a paper cut if she actually used it.

even though her eyebrows are furrowed in clear annoyance, she continues to watch Julie spin the small knife in - between her fingers for a moment. ❛ .. I would've thought with all the free time you people have, you'd come up with a cooler name. ❜

there's a weary, curt shrug in reply ; she doesn't openly disagree, but the way her face is mostly still in a deadpan speaks for itself. ❛ 'Cause it's warm? ❜ can't replicate the warmth of a campfire, but it did its job. ❛ What's with the 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 .. ? ❜

[ i dont know why im so intimidated when rping on this account .... you guys are so fancy and cool and i 🥵 ]

she's resting her chin on top of her knees, but in a mopey way, lips drawn into a pout. ❛ .. .. Wish I could get myself to take a nap. ❜

Cheryl simply chuffs at the comment, sitting up a bit more and digging the heels of her boots into the dirt beneath her. ❛ You look like you could use a lot more than sleep. ❜

as if trying to defend herself a little, Cheryl held her bare arms a bit closer to her chest. okay - 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 she did have a point. ❛ What are you, the 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 serial killer - ? ❜ a pause. ❛ .. .. .. .. It was on sale. ❜

there's ... a lot of new faces lately, most gone just as quickly as she first sees them. the innate curiosity in her wishes she caught more names - - then again, she'd be easily considered as ' fresh meat ' herself.

the sky - ? clouds too, maybe.

and if you squint, you can even see some deez. 😳

[ sorry for the slow replies today, am sleepy 🥲 my dms are always open im just Trying to figure out how twitter rp genuinely works still ]

whips out orange nail polish. let her paint yours - !

[ i got carried around by this pyramid head the entire game ... sweet man ... husband ... ]

she's giving your arm a slightly rough tug. ❛ Hold still. ❜ aaaand ... she's wrapping one of the wrist bands she normally wears around yours ; fuzzy and probably a little too small. ❛ .. Not .. a bad color on you, actually. ❜

[ me: hm. i am going to finally write to today. also me: watches a 2 hour video on pathologic 2 and plays dbd ]

... ... now that she thinks about it - why 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 her jacket have sleeves? just means her arms and hands are constantly cold ... especially in a place like this.

❛ . . . that sounds like a bunch of crap. ❜

❛ Wouldn't say 𝙩𝙝𝙖 - well . . ❜ a series of unfortunate events ; that's how 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 describe life up to this point. ❛ . . I'm not like, a philosopher or anything, alright? But . . have you looked around at 𝙖𝙡𝙡? ❜