With The Lights Out It's Less Dangerous
09-01-2015, 11:26 AM
As she listened easily only to the quiet of the space, she was instantly interrupted from her rest. A woman, older than herself was standing pretty much over top of her demanding answers to questions Chione was completely unaware of. Eyes narrowed as the woman spat her words eagerly, something about losing her son and described him in every way she could. But Chione didn't pay attention to any of it, her eyes full of disgust and annoyance for every little word she spoke. "You find it polite to approach a stranger and interrupt their doings?" Her question spat back at the woman more of anger than her eagerness. Obviously Chione had a problem with her jumping into her space. The woman made her feel surrounded by speaking. But Chione did understand that losing a child was something that a mother couldn't take easily. Not that she truly understood that feeling, she was the child in the situation. "I'm sorry about your son but I have not seen anyone in quite some time." "You're not sorry. You wanted to leave your dreaded home. You wanted to have fun and be free with me rather than kept stuck inside your pathetic little family." |