[ Pained little hiss when the point drags through the skin of her arm. Roxy, while only a few years old than Rose, outweighs her by enough to shoulder all her body weight against the girl, pressing her to the floor, pinning this sneering, jerk body beneath hers. Can't use the gun for much other than an empty threat, but it can't be comfortable- a barrel to her temple when she presses an arm down against Rose's neck.
They've made enough noise so far, she she keeps her voice low. ]
The closest thing you've got to family is who you just tried to stab.
[ Blood from the eariler wound oozes down Roxy's arm, dripping onto Rose's collar. ]
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They've made enough noise so far, she she keeps her voice low. ]
The closest thing you've got to family is who you just tried to stab.
[ Blood from the eariler wound oozes down Roxy's arm, dripping onto Rose's collar. ]