Overture Downs can't stand it

she’d been called kid before, sure, but she thought this was a bit of an exaggeration. twitch was more than capable of taking care of herself—she didn’t need her mommy, and she definitely didn’t like her daddy.

her tongue slides over her maw as she rests back on her haunches. “obviously not here,” it’d been more than a year since she’d last seen either of them. “bit too old for them anyway.”

’so I’ll ask again—who’s supposed to be lookin’ after you?’ well that was never the question in the first place.

he was pissed—she could hear it in the scrape of his voice, see it in the way he bristled like he was gearing up for a fight that wasn’t even there. she didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she was starving or on the verge of death.

”and you talk like just popped out the damn womb, so I guess we both got problems.” she huffed, shifting her weight. ”what’s it to you, anyway?" she asked, voice flatter now, more guarded. The fuck was his deal, he didn’t even know her.