Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

His sudden slickness had washed off, and the boy seemed clumsy with his words. If Mara weren’t so suicidal, she would’ve blushed at his coy smile and maybe even stumble on her own words. But for now, she was too monotone to be awkward. His rough attempt at conversation confused her, but she did as told and didn’t answer his first question - it was a complicated answer anyway. She lifted her gaze on to him when introducing herself, pausing a moment on his injury. ”I’m Mara, and you?” The agouti girl questioned, waiting for his response before returning to his paw.