[ Wakaba was more than happy to sneak out. Crouched behind gravestones, mentally glancing across each name as she goes past to find any familiar names. Sprinting is out of the question; her skin still stings across the ghost of burns. The edge of the forest is in range. She can leave.
But there's shouting. Someone else wasn't fast enough. A person needs help, so now it's suddenly her business.
The first glimpse Spike gets of her is probably not very reassuring. Some small schoolgirl covered in bloodstains, cowering behind a headstone with a bouquet of flowers she filched from some grave. It's thrown at the gravekeeper's head right when he goes to take a swing. ]
He said he doesn't want to! Leave him alone!
[ The schoolgirl also has a face on like she will absolutely suplex a gravekeeper. A foot taller than her. Somehow. Spike even gets the universal hand-shoo of "jfc run away you innocent moron". The shame will haunt him for eternity. ]
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But there's shouting. Someone else wasn't fast enough. A person needs help, so now it's suddenly her business.
The first glimpse Spike gets of her is probably not very reassuring. Some small schoolgirl covered in bloodstains, cowering behind a headstone with a bouquet of flowers she filched from some grave. It's thrown at the gravekeeper's head right when he goes to take a swing. ]
He said he doesn't want to! Leave him alone!
[ The schoolgirl also has a face on like she will absolutely suplex a gravekeeper. A foot taller than her. Somehow. Spike even gets the universal hand-shoo of "jfc run away you innocent moron". The shame will haunt him for eternity. ]