( later, she'll wonder how he got her name. later, she'll wonder about why he is here at all. right now they have a bigger problem. why are they not in the backroom of the store?
(unbeknownst to them, her dormant chaos magic and the void left quiet inside bob are not a good combination, feeding off each other.)
she finally glances around, to the old bedroom she once occupied with her brother. with some effort, she stands, moves away from bob and goes to the bedside table, picking up some toys that belonged to pietroβa toy race car, a plastic horse figurine. )
I... lived here before, after the bombings, with my brother.
( taking the toy race car into her hand, she turns back to bob; her hand curled into a fist, holding it fast against her chest, nervous and anxious. her eyes are bright, brimming with tears. her voice breaks when she speaks, so different from when they were in the store, her annoyance and steadiness clear. )
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(unbeknownst to them, her dormant chaos magic and the void left quiet inside bob are not a good combination, feeding off each other.)
she finally glances around, to the old bedroom she once occupied with her brother. with some effort, she stands, moves away from bob and goes to the bedside table, picking up some toys that belonged to pietroβa toy race car, a plastic horse figurine. )
I... lived here before, after the bombings, with my brother.
( taking the toy race car into her hand, she turns back to bob; her hand curled into a fist, holding it fast against her chest, nervous and anxious. her eyes are bright, brimming with tears. her voice breaks when she speaks, so different from when they were in the store, her annoyance and steadiness clear. )
I don't β know what's... what's happening...