Julie
Seeing Sasha cut herself, she frowned. She never liked seeing anyone else get hurt. Even a little. She took the crackers, making a job of nibbling off the knobbly edges first, before progressing inwards. It would be best if she kept her mind of things. At least she thought so. Looking up as the old man burst into laughter, she widened her eyes. It was frightening- was he already losing his mind?
She recoiled once again into the couch, taking up another cracker. Looking back to the girl upon her question, she gave a small smile. "I-I'm Julie," she said softly. She chewed through the next cracker, glancing over to Chloe and giving her a more earnest grin. "I once had a dog named Chloe. She was a Silky Terrier. Yappy little thing, but we loved her." She glanced over her shoulder at her new aquaintence.
Cocking her head to the side as the old man smiled nervously, she waited for the others to respond to the question. She was curious, however. There were two people who'd not yet shown up. By her count it was a man and a woman. She felt young amongst these people; all but that angry one looked to be older than her. She listened as the others recounted their names, before turning to the man with the mask. "Hey, Mister. What's the mask for? Are you a germophobe?" She didn't mean to be so callous, but that's how she was.
Her twitching resumed and she grabbed at another cracker to take her mind off of it.
Seeing Sasha cut herself, she frowned. She never liked seeing anyone else get hurt. Even a little. She took the crackers, making a job of nibbling off the knobbly edges first, before progressing inwards. It would be best if she kept her mind of things. At least she thought so. Looking up as the old man burst into laughter, she widened her eyes. It was frightening- was he already losing his mind?
She recoiled once again into the couch, taking up another cracker. Looking back to the girl upon her question, she gave a small smile. "I-I'm Julie," she said softly. She chewed through the next cracker, glancing over to Chloe and giving her a more earnest grin. "I once had a dog named Chloe. She was a Silky Terrier. Yappy little thing, but we loved her." She glanced over her shoulder at her new aquaintence.
Cocking her head to the side as the old man smiled nervously, she waited for the others to respond to the question. She was curious, however. There were two people who'd not yet shown up. By her count it was a man and a woman. She felt young amongst these people; all but that angry one looked to be older than her. She listened as the others recounted their names, before turning to the man with the mask. "Hey, Mister. What's the mask for? Are you a germophobe?" She didn't mean to be so callous, but that's how she was.
Her twitching resumed and she grabbed at another cracker to take her mind off of it.