Stuck In These Memories

She hadn't bothered looking over her shoulder, so when he took awhile to get into the barn she just assumed he had gone home. But soon he crashed in, jumping through a hole in the wall. She laughed softly as he shook himself and flopped at her side, still soaked. She waited until he was on the ground until she too shook out her coat. Droplets of water came raining down again, many of them flying off in his direction. Letting out another giggle, she flopped down on her side, face pressing against the wooden floor. Mercy let out a content sigh, closing her purple eyes as she listened to the rain falling outside. It hit the roof above them, making a percussion sound that could very easily soothe her to sleep. But it was not the time for a nap right now, not with company. So when the silence spread on, she just sat in the comfortable pause for a few moments longer. She wasn't quite sure what they would even talk about, she wasn't used to having a companion that she didn't dislike or piss off. Mercy wasn't one to really open up to strangers either, and for the first time she started to feel a bit, well... awkward. Clearing her throat, she looked across the floor to look at the brute, purple gaze studying his still damp face. "How many of you rugrats are there anyways?" she asked, starting the conversation up on an easy topic. Family was nice and simple to talk about, right? He had mentioned not getting along with one of his brothers, but she had a feeling that that was a much... heavier thing to talk about. Starting off light was a good idea.

"Speech"
'thoughts'