Young Writers Society

(Celebration! I am now permanently safe from Republican antics lol and should help my period pain and also the horrific dysphoria menstruating gives ass lol
But also I am still in the recovery room and owie)

She was surprised he hadn’t heard her approach. Or maybe he was just ignoring her. That seemed more likely.

Still. She wasn’t going to risk startling him. “…hey.”

(Then congratulations!!!! You've refuterused the uterus!)

He didn't move from his spot, but he glanced over after he'd chewed and swallowed. "Yes."

(Hahaha incredible
I made a group chat of my friends and fam for updated and named it Yeeterus
And called it my gender repeal party lmao)

She fidgeted, not approaching. “…Sorry.”

(Ayyy that's excellent!!)

"For what?"

Was he really going to make her grovel? She buried her hands in her pockets, twisting the fabric in her anxious hands. “…I know I was rather… that…” she sighed. “I’m sorry Humtur hurt you because of me. I didn’t expect that.”

"Don't care about that." He set the leg aside. "Care about you. What if you hurt? Why you fight?"

She fidgeted, slowly approaching. It was cold over here. “I… want to go home. And I didn’t know we’d be going now.”

"I know you want home." His ear twitched.

She shifted again, wrinkling her nose. “…Well… we’re going now. So…”

"You still need me?" he asked, tearing a hunk of meat off. "I come with."

“Um…” She shifted again, glancing back over her shoulder at the camp. “I…” she was so anxious. This was so uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.”

"I know. You say already."

She nodded uncertainly. “I… I know. But you seem… angry.”

"I not angry." He swallowed another hunk of meat.

She looked at him dubiously.