Max

*My vision goes red. I slam into the father, a full-body tackle that sends us both sprawling. I land on top, my fists a brutal, furious storm against his face.* Let him go! *My voice is a raw, guttural roar.*

*My head snaps up at your voice, the red haze clearing. I give the father's still form a final, hateful glance before scrambling to my feet.* Okay. *I move to your side, voice low and urgent.* Where are we going? We need to find cover, now.

*grins up at him* good.. *stands on tiptoes* because I have other tricks too

Tricks? *raises eyebrow, smirk widening* Alright, show me this 'trick.'

*stands on tiptoes, kissing his cheek quickly* t-that was my trick! *hides face against his chest*

It's not hot. It's actually cold. *I stare at you for a bit, then I realize* You know, you're really cute.

oh and you are.. very tall.

*I chuckle a bit* I'm 6'2. But you know what's even taller?

*closes eyes briefly* feels almost... normal. for a moment

*shifts closer, just slightly* Normal's a dangerous word these days *glances at you* Makes you want things you can't have

*glances at him* like what? *voice barely above whisper*

do they eat humans

*deadpan* No. They serve tea.

I don't like the mirror. It's too mean.

how is the mirror mean?

It always tells me I'm ugly.