“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" crosshares
Velvet yelped, sharp and loud, as she tumbled to the ground
in the midst of the forest. The Beowulf loomed over her, howling its victory.
And, quite abruptly, its head was blown off in a shower of
gore and bullets. Velvet grimaced, the blood already lifting off her face and
outfit as the Grimm vanished to nothingness. Standing before her, still
wielding her weapon, is a girl in sunglasses wearing a fantastic outfit.
She folded her gun back up into a purpose and slowly,
deliberately, slid down her sunglasses to look Velvet in the eye. Velvet felt
herself flush, cheeks and human ears burning as her bunny ears folded in embarrassment.
This girl, whoever she was, had picked Velvet. She’d never been picked in anything before, except
when it came to her parents.
“Coco Adel,” said the girl, sticking out her hand.
“Velvet Scarlatina,” she replied, taking Coco’s hand. Coco
pulled her to her feet, only for Velvet to gasp as her weight hit her right
ankle. She went down again.
“You all right?” asked Coco, rushing to her side.
“Fine,” said Velvet. “Just hurts.”
Coco hummed. Then, with surprising grace, she scooped Velvet
into her arms and carried her through the clearing. Velvet yelped and threw her
arms around Coco’s neck, hanging on tightly.
“Coco!” protested Velvet, loudly.
“Relax,” said Coco. “Just keep an eye out for Grimm and we’ll
Velvet nodded, eyes wide. “You don’t have to carry me. It’s
just a sprained ankle.”
“Sure I do,” said Coco.
Velvet sighed. “So, you’re not going to put me down?”
“Nope,” replied Coco, laughing softly. “Now, let’s go find
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