like the devil's in your hands

[geturbootson]

[Sitting in a common room on the couch. Beside her are a small pile of clothes that do not look like they belong to her. She has a shirt on her lap as she slowly mends a tear in the side with a needle and thread.]

Comments

[normal_really]

...Lenalee?

[geturbootson]

[Stops in what she's doing momentarily to look up at him and smile.] Hello, Allen.

[normal_really]

Ah... What are you doing? [Walking a little closer]

[geturbootson]

Just mending a few clothes, that's all.

[normal_really]

...Are you okay?

[geturbootson]

p[[A nod but says nothing. Which means 'No I'm not but I don't want you to worry :C'.]

How are you?

[normal_really]

I'm alright. [Oh I see what you're doing, I'm doing the same thing. Putting his arm around her shoulder in a sort of half hug]

[geturbootson]

[Just looks back to the shirt on her lap, smiling sadly.] That's good...

[normal_really]

What... What happened to your shirt?

[geturbootson]

Oh this... this isn't my shirt.