|Look at your face!|
Number 5: TW! Stabbing them in the back
Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.
"Did I stutter? Or are you having a hard time trying to process such a simple request? Leave. More specifically, leave me."
"I don’t want you to touch me and hell if I’m going to turn my back to you once more. Clean my wound? Probably just going to finish the job you started." Earl was equally determined to keep her away. Perhaps he could find a friend who knew how to stitch things up.
♚— Julchen huffed noisily. “I’m not here to kill anybody, geck.”
She poked her fingers together sheepishly.”If…If you don’t let me help I’ll follow you until you do!” Perhaps her drive to assist him came from the fact that she wasn’t willing to be written off so quickly, but she wasn’t going about it in the most tactful way.
"Says the woman who stabbed me in the back! Is that your way of saying hi?"
Earl took a step back when the other moved, clearly ready to sprint but still not willing to show his back again. ”… What?” He deadpanned at that. ”What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Really. I don’t know and I’m hoping you’ll tell me.”
The last thing he wanted was for her to follow him to his own home or a friends. ”Just how are you going to try and help me?”