005. 💥 (TXT) ⇁ CHARM

[opheliac]

CW: PTSD, Separation Anxiety, & Hallucinations.

this is jinx

i cant find my friend. ive been calling her all morning because we were going to make a bakery stand together and she wouldnt answer me. i broke into her room and all of her stuff is there but not her.

i think they took her.
she wouldnt just leave.

who else is still here? who else did they take? i cant be alone here in this place right?

if u know me, please tell me who u are and write back so i know im not here by myself. its hard to know who is who with these things.

but dont send a video or call me. just write to me or the monsters will know where i am.

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[opheliac]

( her yelp gets muffled by the jacket whacking to her face, and she clumsily peels it off to take a better look-see. is he really offering his coat to her when he could freeze out here too? it's such a sibling thing to do if she stops and thinks about it. she can imagine vi doing something like this, if there's leftover of anything or something to be shared, she would give it to her rather than keeping it for herself.

jinx brushes over the stitching over the clothing wordlessly, stuck between if she should say, "thank you" or keep up the snarky persona. the teen chooses to be mute for now while swinging the coat over her, slipping it in. it's comically big for someone of her size, and it appears the jacket itself is going to swallow the poor thing whole instead of some monster. in spite of everything, however, her heart warms over the gesture, and she curls more into herself with it -- taking in whatever scent he might use on himself or just his general aroma. )