Can't see past the red / Trespassers / past the blood on me.

[arrow]

"but you promised me this is love" ✭  ── "Home here." Arrow echoed the words that Seven spoke, nodding half heartedly with a more vacant look on her face, staring off into nothing in particular. It had taken a few moments of silence before she uttered the words, as if something had distracted her, or something said had caused a stir deep in her subconscious. Truthfully there was, she felt the phantom pains of a cracked skull as the red and white hybrid ran over the wounds left on the head. the ghost swayed on her paws subtly, before blinking roughly and snapping back to reality. "Hope you don't eat 'em all, gonna be a stomachache waiting to happen." The lopsided grin seemed a little distant, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. "Kick them to the gators, see if they act so tough then."