03-20-2018, 09:20 PM
He looked uncomfortable when she got close. So many did, in fact. Georgie blinked twice and leaned away with a vague look of understanding. Oh. She wished she had been told sooner. It had been a while since she had had to adhere to the social etiquette of a group. Hence the yelling. Volume control was still an issue. "[color=#d4af37]We're here. This is home. It's the Typhoon." She explained, staring at the blood. "[color=#d4af37]I'm Georgie and I don't want you to be hurt." She declared, looking at Papercutter with a worried expression.
"[color=#d4af37]And leave a new friend? Alone? That would be mean." She protested in as loud a voice as ever. Georgie looked at Deimos again. "[color=#d4af37]You're not. Look at you. What did this?"
"[color=#d4af37]And leave a new friend? Alone? That would be mean." She protested in as loud a voice as ever. Georgie looked at Deimos again. "[color=#d4af37]You're not. Look at you. What did this?"
[align=center][color=white][b]WE ALL HAVE DREAMS WE FORGET
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE