03-30-2021, 07:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"] — It was ironic, really; Minsuh had grown up with a kind, loving family, and yet she lacked any sort of empathy. On the other hand, Colt had been raised to be a mindless killing machine - but he couldn't help himself from caring for people. He'd tried to shake this sense of morality, tried to ignore it many times - after all, regardless of how skilled he was in fighting, he couldn't be a good mercenary if he turned down jobs. But no matter what he did, he couldn't shake this desire to preserve the good in the world.
The boy listened to Minsuh's story, lifting his eyebrows. "California, huh? The cold up here must suck for you, then," he remarked. He'd never been to what was left of California, but he'd heard about it. The place was basically a dessert. As Minsuh spoke on, his face fell. "I'm sorry about your amma," he told her, kicking a pebble and watching it skitter across the ground. "I'm sure your brother means well, though. You should cut him some slack." He took another bite of his apple. "I moved around quite a bit, too. Never had a house, though - my family was big. We squatted in abandoned warehouses, libraries, that sort of thing."
"Can I get a bite of your apple?" Colt blinked, taken aback by the question. He squinted over at Minsuh. "Y-You... want a bite?" he echoed, genuinely perplexed. Now that was pushing social boundaries, wasn't it? Still, she didn't seem hesitant to ask the question in the slightest. The mercenary scoffed. "What, did you skip breakfast or something?" He considered telling her to buzz off, but once again, his empathy got the best of him. Maybe she was really hungry. "...Fine." He would pass her the apple. "But not a big one, ok? And hurry up - we're getting close to the cabins." As a matter of fact, Colt could see them over the hill just up ahead.
The boy listened to Minsuh's story, lifting his eyebrows. "California, huh? The cold up here must suck for you, then," he remarked. He'd never been to what was left of California, but he'd heard about it. The place was basically a dessert. As Minsuh spoke on, his face fell. "I'm sorry about your amma," he told her, kicking a pebble and watching it skitter across the ground. "I'm sure your brother means well, though. You should cut him some slack." He took another bite of his apple. "I moved around quite a bit, too. Never had a house, though - my family was big. We squatted in abandoned warehouses, libraries, that sort of thing."
"Can I get a bite of your apple?" Colt blinked, taken aback by the question. He squinted over at Minsuh. "Y-You... want a bite?" he echoed, genuinely perplexed. Now that was pushing social boundaries, wasn't it? Still, she didn't seem hesitant to ask the question in the slightest. The mercenary scoffed. "What, did you skip breakfast or something?" He considered telling her to buzz off, but once again, his empathy got the best of him. Maybe she was really hungry. "...Fine." He would pass her the apple. "But not a big one, ok? And hurry up - we're getting close to the cabins." As a matter of fact, Colt could see them over the hill just up ahead.
━━━━━━━ THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY
HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧