Lorenzo
"Sounds fun. Are they strong?" He asked her with the sort of nonchalant yet genuine curiosity you'd expect from someone asking about a new blockbuster movie.
RED
The three(and the pokemon) were now at a restaurant shop and had just taken their orders. After a considerable amount of begging, big puppy eyes and an irresistibly warm hug, she left the poor man little choice but to pay for the king sized banana split, much to his joy and his wallet's chagrin. Despite that, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, like something was watching her behind her back the whole time.
Grinning, she picked up the pace when glancing at the two. Gobbling spoonful after spoonful at brain-freezingly high speeds, she didn't really know what they picked, but she didn't care. It was strange, but eating with the two of them made her feel happiness.
You don't deserve this.
For a second, her eyes widened, and she stopped. She could almost see her reflection on her cup, but the drizzling syrup looked more like blood to her. If she could turn any paler, she would, and she stopped.
Murderer
Why? Why did she have to think now? Of all times? She just wanted to be happy, she should be happy. So why?
Why did eating hurt so much?
It almost made her cry, it wasn't fair. Not in front of them...