blood ensues, and seemingly endless streams of it come from the head of the kid as proof that his accidental kick had been lethal. ah —- well, sometimes he doesn’t meassure his strength, and at least now he wouldn’t be bothered by them. now free, he walks forward, stuffing his face with the snack he hadn’t been able to enjoy until now.
the fear of witnessing something so real is really an impact she would’ve never expected tears being welled up in the corner of her eyes. she’s f r o z e n; a tight grip is kept onto her bag and she doesn’t bother to even move an inch. ah, to avoid looking at him or not only an attempt is made for the first five seconds, but, the intensity of this superhero is too much for her as she chose to avoid having proper eye contact.
