[ She feels as if she should feel guilty, and not for the shards crunching loudly beneath her boots. Sharon turns to watch him with narrowed blue eyes as she pulls open a box of some foreign treat she'd never had before. He was thin, waif-like even, and sort of looked as if he'd spent the majority of his youth crawling through dusty vents, but more than all of that, he looked nervous and lost.
Maybe he even appeared scared, but who wouldn't be in this place? ]
Sorry. [ Truth be told, she hadn't meant to frighten him, but her sense of tact has never been that great. This is why she doesn't have friends, along with the spooky cult thing. ]
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Maybe he even appeared scared, but who wouldn't be in this place? ]
Sorry. [ Truth be told, she hadn't meant to frighten him, but her sense of tact has never been that great. This is why she doesn't have friends, along with the spooky cult thing. ]