#claire: alright buddy you go on and find your own way soma: (vine of that kid looking straight into the camera and saying 'shoot me')

[raajasii]

she eyed up the prince up and down ... ❛ huh ... what happened to you? ❜ of course her voice was quite monotoned ... the prince wasn't the easiest to be around after all ... however, he looked rather ... dirty, maybe it wasn't the best idea to leave him alone to find a way out ... however, it was better than keeping him close and in danger. ❛ did the big meanies push you about? ❜ the small joke came out, along with a soft chuckle.

                 ❝ Worse —!     I laid down to just perish peacefully and the ground was far dirtier than I thought … ❞      In hindsight,  he was fortunate to have been unsuccessful in his miserable ambitions.  He would have hated that,  to wither away forgotten in such a grimy,  filthy place.   His physical   ( or emotional ! )   state no laughing matter by any means,  Soma hoped to convey the severity of the situation by displaying the rip in the fabric covering   —   or that had once covered,  his arm.      ❝ And there was this nail in the wall that caught my sleeve and scared me half to death !     I realize I must smell awful too …    Claire—  is that why you went off on your own ?     BE HONEST. ❞