Fallen Angels

[tweek;]

''About you when you were a kid. When you died.. When you became an Angel..'' Crayon said, raising his eyebrows slightly. ''Was it painful? You asked me once, but I never got to ask you..''

[Choco]

Becca frowned softly, looking down at the floor. "Well.. yeah. It was." She sighed softly, her eyes flickering over the floor. "I was poisoned by my stepfather." She muttered, her free hand wrapping around her waist in a sort of self-hug.

[tweek;]

''Oh? Poisoned?'' Crayon asked, tilting his head some more. ''When was this?''

[Choco]

[Quick question, do angels stop aging when they've been turned? I'm just making sure, x3]

[tweek;]

( yeah, I think so c: )

[Choco]

[Okey dokes. Thanks, ^^]

Becca frowned, not being able to remember clearly. Snake remembered though, thirty. It was thirty years ago. She nodded and glanced up at Crayon. "Thirty." She said as she hoped Snake was right, but she figured her answer was better then nothing.

[tweek;]

''So, that means you're how old?'' Crayon said, smiling still. He was feeling a little sad about what she was saying though.

[Choco]

Becca frowned. "I'm eighteen." She said with a nod, scanning his facial features for some sort of emotions other then the odd smile he had on his face that looked out of place. She preferred it when he was grinning at her as though she was a joke.

[tweek;]

"Sweet. I'm with an older woman." Crayon snickered, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight. "I only died a second time about two years ago.." He said, with a small shrug.

[Choco]

Becca rolled her eyes. "I'm not older then you, technically. I stopped ageing when I was turned." She said as she stuck her tongue out at him, "So I could only do stuff that eighteen year olds do." She huffed in a annoyed fashion. "How old were you when you were changed?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, glad he'd stopped asking her questions.