- Ciarán Quinn • Tagged; Citrus, Judgement
In any other situation, the loner probably would have already opened the door to use his ability on the aggressive stranger, nothing too severe, just to tell her to forget about the argument and send her on her way without anybody having to be hurt. Anybody being him. He didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t even consider trying to alter this person’s memories, though - she was so incredibly hostile that he was admittedly too afraid to try and get close enough to grab her, speak, and not be punched in the process. The warning of the door’s imminent destruction made Ciarán panic, happy to be yanked back and out of the range of the door being broken open. He didn’t try to comment on anything just yet. Citrus was already angry enough for the both of them although none of this was really an issue for him -it wasn’t his house, after all. Soon, though, he reached for a nearby photo frame, the picture being of Citrus and the rest of the Forests, holding it out to show it to Judgement, “Thee are pictures of him all over the place! He lives here!”