#gigi : aheem heem .... ........... whimper

[biskael]

Tooth bitten fingers, bloodied mouth, curved into a smile. No matter her ailment, no matter her despair, he was a sight for sore eyes. Arms wrap tight around him, and she nuzzles into his midsection. Of course, she has an ask. A request. ❝ That sad looking shinigami ... Can I play with him? I'll return him to his cage! But, I want to play ... ❞

NORMALLY , THE JAILER'S HAND was rough , a touch that could scathe and bruise . but on the little zombie girl's head , the man was oddly gently . caring , one might say . careful of her hat , quilge patted her silken hair beneath his leather seize . something was ... wrong . again . but , as he'd said to her before , no one was more familiar with pain than he was .

" you may play with him , gigichen , " He says softly , reaching into his pocket . " that one might seem pathetic and sniveling , but he's certainly troublesome to break . He doesn't scream very often . so It isn't very ... fun for me .

he looked a bit lonely , and you know I always have an eye for you , schwesterlein . go on , then , " and a silver , gleaming key is produced , marked by a number to izuru's cell . " have your fun . "

@zombiigrl ( featuring @owabisuru )