[ Kieren stops abruptly, narrowly missing running into her. The sorry is on the tip of his tongue when she beats him to it with the harsh chastisement, and then he's too distracted by the sight of her to follow up quickly. The state of relative undress isn't really a thing, but the weapons certainly are.
He thinks of Jem's gun. The weapons his parents had hiding in the shack out back. Crude weapons, all of them, completely overkill; axes definitely qualify. His gaze is caught on the knife when she speaks again, distracted by those flecks of hair, but then his eyes lift to meet hers. ]
What? No. I'm not blind, I'm just... sorry.
[ The apology's lacking gusto, now, absently tacked on as a matter of formality. He does go to step back, though, only to hesitate, face crinkling up in bemusement. ] The axes are a bit much, aren't they?
[ Bold move, questioning the point of weapons that are prime for zombie-killing. But between the leniency of space and the terrible influence of one Simon Monroe, the idea of just being bullied out of the way doesn't quite sit. ]
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He thinks of Jem's gun. The weapons his parents had hiding in the shack out back. Crude weapons, all of them, completely overkill; axes definitely qualify. His gaze is caught on the knife when she speaks again, distracted by those flecks of hair, but then his eyes lift to meet hers. ]
What? No. I'm not blind, I'm just... sorry.
[ The apology's lacking gusto, now, absently tacked on as a matter of formality. He does go to step back, though, only to hesitate, face crinkling up in bemusement. ] The axes are a bit much, aren't they?
[ Bold move, questioning the point of weapons that are prime for zombie-killing. But between the leniency of space and the terrible influence of one Simon Monroe, the idea of just being bullied out of the way doesn't quite sit. ]