𝔞. 𝚑͟𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳

her gaze lingered a moment, measuring the offer, the intent behind it. then a small nod. “temporary,” she said, but there was no edge to it. just caution. she adjusted her grip on the flashlight, angling it toward the corridor ahead. “we clear it together. share findings.”

her eyes flickered at the mention of dso. not surprise. recognition. good. that narrowed things down. “same side, then.” she stepped a fraction closer, boots quiet against the concrete. “wasn’t sent,” she corrected, gaze steady on elena. (+)

but she was indeed too close and attentive to let that pass unnoticed. indeed finger under her chin to make her look up，careless if that made her feel worse or uncomfortable.〝 looks fine for me 〞she said even if the can of beer covered most of the nose.〝 i didn’t（ ⠄⠄⠄）

stars are not small or gentle. they are writhing and dying and burning. they are not here to be pretty. i am trying to learn from them.

her lips trembled at the suggestions⁏ both of them. would that be strange﹖ perhaps. and still，she wanted to try it.〝 hm… perhaps we could make a stop once we see a gas station. aren’t you hungry，too﹖〞in the car she had snacks and water，but（ ⠄⠄⠄）

hm… similar，but different.

yeah i don’t believe that.

⠀⠀ Anything high caliber is my thing — I think I like the S&W500 the most, though . Feels right in the hands, you get me .ᐣ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Neither do I . A good gun can last forever in the right hands . What do you use .ᐣ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ I'll be more careful, trust me . ^^ Not like me to make a mistake twice . ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ouch . My bad, misinput . ⠀⠀