It's always the quiet ones

Gem is given no time to hesitate as Phobia beckons her outside. Watching him spin on his heel and trot out that very doorway, Gem followed without any complaints. It was better to do as her siblings said because well, she really didn't want to be bullied. Pushed, smacked, smushed, shoved, whatever puppy-like violence they chose was exactly what she didn't want. Unlike Gem, her siblings all seemed to have some sort of temper to them.

Knowing it was better to answer Phobia than stay quiet, she picks up her pace to beside him so he can hear her soft voice. "I was napping," her simple answer is the truth because that was what she was doing. Like her siblings and the other Kleins, nighttime was much more enjoyable compared to the bright light of day. Her own eyes squint as they leave the den. Looking up at Phobia, she furrows her brow in question. "What're we doing?" Gem asks, the nervous notes of her voice clear. Whatever Phobia had planned wasn't always a good one...