Deep into the woods [yOya/Gaby]
Oct 4, 2016 12:17:11 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Oct 4, 2016 12:17:11 GMT -5
She starts heading back. At least, that's where I assume she's walking to. She changed her bandaged on her leg with my shirt. I catch her saying thanks before she started to leave. I quickly follow her so she won't leave me behind. At least she can walk by herself. I don't really want to have to help her that much. I don't want to do more than I have to. She does seem a little bothered by it, though, saying thanks. I have another urge to smile at that. Ha, I've annoyed her by being nice. I was not prepared for what she had to say next, though.
What is really bothering me, is not you talking, it is why you are being so nice? You don't even know my name, and I don't know yours. Why are you just helping a random person in the woods?" A flashback to what happened a while back with Seth hits me. The image of that beast attacking and either me or my father throwing a hatchet and killing it. Stupid beast. What was it doing anyways? What was that thing? I don't remember. Then having that battle with Seth over some sort of argument. I remember taking of his leg. I feel guilty for a split second before shoving it back down. He deserved it, that little brat. I'm glad he doesn't have that leg anymore.
"Why can't I help? Is there a rule saying I can't help people? If so, please show me. That would be helpful. Maybe I shouldn't have helped you at all and just leave you bleeding and get an infection in your leg and die. What do you think about that? Hm?" I get a little annoyed, but enough to completely go overboard; at least I don't think I went overboard. I can help anyone I want. I'm about to give her my actual name, before I realize that she could report me just as easily as I can report her. "And, um, my name is John..." Shit, that's my dad's name. "Doe. John Doe. What's your name, princess?"
What is really bothering me, is not you talking, it is why you are being so nice? You don't even know my name, and I don't know yours. Why are you just helping a random person in the woods?" A flashback to what happened a while back with Seth hits me. The image of that beast attacking and either me or my father throwing a hatchet and killing it. Stupid beast. What was it doing anyways? What was that thing? I don't remember. Then having that battle with Seth over some sort of argument. I remember taking of his leg. I feel guilty for a split second before shoving it back down. He deserved it, that little brat. I'm glad he doesn't have that leg anymore.
"Why can't I help? Is there a rule saying I can't help people? If so, please show me. That would be helpful. Maybe I shouldn't have helped you at all and just leave you bleeding and get an infection in your leg and die. What do you think about that? Hm?" I get a little annoyed, but enough to completely go overboard; at least I don't think I went overboard. I can help anyone I want. I'm about to give her my actual name, before I realize that she could report me just as easily as I can report her. "And, um, my name is John..." Shit, that's my dad's name. "Doe. John Doe. What's your name, princess?"
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