Wanting to do a o/o with my new character// Closed, but lurk if you so wish

"H-huh?" She asked, backing up a few steps
((Channel your inner pimp!

((I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I KNOW WHAT A PIMP IS BUT I'M LIKE 53% CERTAIN YOU MEAN IT DIFFERENTLY?
"You cannot truly have cared for someone if you were so willing to rip their heart out like that." Her voice was terrifyingly quiet as she took another step forward.

((You're thinking of the right thing, but I was meaning a pimpslap, which is a backhand
"I-i-I was just mad…" she continued to back up

((hhnnnnn I don't like that term then. It first just makes me think of pimples, and then brothels. Here goes anyway, she really doesn't actually like violence all that much, but when it matters…
SLAP!(Onomatopoeia) "Mad is telling someone you will not speak to them. Mad is yelling, but never something you cannot take back. That was something you cannot take back." She spat, hand stinging from the contact with Lia's cheek.

She stumbled back, throwing her arms out as she fell on her ass. The entire left side of her face was a deep red already.

"You were not just mad, you wanted to hurt him. And congratulations." She crouched down, looking at Lia with a sneer. "You have accomplished your goal."
((Here's that bitch I was talking about lmao

"Get the fuck away from me," she said, getting to her feet and walking towards her house.

((Sorry, it's a bit difficult to get into character while listening to Boogie Wonderland)

"Gladly. You are a stain upon this earth." And with that, she went back inside, closing the door and resuming her spot crouched in front of Eli. "Eli."

He had stopped crying at that point, but still had his hand over his face. He'd sniff every once and a while with a shuddering breath in between.

"Eli, do you need a hug? Or a tissue? Or…something?" She asked, voice soft.

"A hug would be nice…" his voice still sounded slightly raw, probably from the pure force it took to shout that loudly.

She nodded, sitting down on her knees, and opened her arms. "I will always have one of those ready."

((Okay, c'mon, he isn't that short

((Nah, it's because he's sitting. Or at least, I thought he was? skskskskks she's trying to make it so he isn't hugging her legs, unless I misread and he ain't actually sitting

He accepted it, shutting his eyes tightly and trying to keep his breathing steady. Which he failed horribly

She hugged him tightly, making soothing noises.

After a few minutes, there was the sound of tiny footsteps upstairs, then Emma's voice. "Is the shouting done?"

Manon looked up at her, and nodded. "It is all over, chéri. I am sorry if it worried you."

"Eli was scary," she said, walking down the steps one at a time, holding on to the guardrail on her left side.

"He is not scary anymore. Just sad." She replied, in a way a child would understand.

"Oh." She then walked over to where they were and hugged Eli's leg. "It's okay." His chest heaved as he struggled to keep more sobs at bay.

Manon sang the same lullaby from last night softly, smoothing his hair down in a repetitive motion.

Emma began trying to sing it with her, messing up the words in the silly ways only a 6 year old knew how. Eli chuckled through the tears, lifting his head up slightly.

Manon laughed lightly, and slowed her pace enough for Emma to pick up the words easier.

After a few more moments, Eli joined in, sniffing here and there as he finally calmed down.

The words were fairly simple, despite it being in French, as it was a children's song.

He whispered a "Thank you," into Manon's ear, then picked up Emma, smiling despite the tearstains on his cheeks and the bloodshot tone of his eyes. "How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Good. You woke me up."
"Well, I'm sorry."

Manon stood, clapping her hands together. "Do you have eggs? I think we should make breakfast, now that you are up." She directed the last part at Emma, as though looking for input.

She nodded. "In the fridge. Didya know chickens make eggs?"