grimesiism ; ❝ Dad you smell like a pig. ❞ |
❝ I know, ❞ the fact he’d just slaughtered three of them was still fresh in his mind. Goddamn infection, they could’ve survived off of those things for days. He wiped at the blood that had splattered across his cheek bones. Slowly and gently, he reached out for his daughter and placed a hand on the back of her head, attempting to give her a reassuring smile. ❝ We’ll figure something else out, but you tell me I smell like a pig again and you’re grounded, ❞ he chuckled before letting go of her head and moving past her.
