Vanessa looked over at the boy when he'd started talking, having rushed out with a plate of waffles in his hands as if he had meant to give them to her while she was outside, merely stretching her legs. How she'd stood in the road, one could imagine a pair of torn and bloody white wings extending from her back, like a drawing that someone had once shown her. It was how they'd seen her and she'd promptly stopped talking to them shortly afterward, avoiding them to try and keep her distance from them as best as she could. "Worse meaning that I could die." It wasn't a question, she'd already known exactly what it was that he had meant; he wasn't the first to say it though he might be the first that she didn't tell that she didn't care too.
"I think Paisley can handle all of you, she's pretty independent and a few of you are just too sweet to try anything with her." Vanessa laughed quietly as she looked back out over the field of grass, her hands shoved into her sweater pockets. It wasn't often that any of them had seen her without a sweat of some sort on, and usually she'd get dressed shortly after the boys got out of bed; she'd never worn a bathing suit with them either. She hadn't told them anything about her life before leaving home and meeting them for a reason; she meant to leave it behind.
"Sure. I'll be more careful if it makes you all feel better." The poet looked over at the older boy and smiled at him, a smile that she had used before though it looked very genuine when she used it and instead of simply allowing him to say anything else she bumped him on the arm with her elbow quietly, playfully. "So did ya come out here to walk with me or am I being summoned back into the bus?"
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"I think Paisley can handle all of you, she's pretty independent and a few of you are just too sweet to try anything with her." Vanessa laughed quietly as she looked back out over the field of grass, her hands shoved into her sweater pockets. It wasn't often that any of them had seen her without a sweat of some sort on, and usually she'd get dressed shortly after the boys got out of bed; she'd never worn a bathing suit with them either. She hadn't told them anything about her life before leaving home and meeting them for a reason; she meant to leave it behind.
"Sure. I'll be more careful if it makes you all feel better." The poet looked over at the older boy and smiled at him, a smile that she had used before though it looked very genuine when she used it and instead of simply allowing him to say anything else she bumped him on the arm with her elbow quietly, playfully. "So did ya come out here to walk with me or am I being summoned back into the bus?"
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