Zenith’s eyes widen and she jerks back a little. She grabs his arm and pushes his sleeve back, and when she doesn’t see a mental hospital admission bracelet, she tries the other arm. Then she laughs nervously. “Your kidding me, right? Or.. or do you actually believe that?” Her voice gets quieter and she again fidgets with her silver necklace, a gift supposedly from her birth father before he left without a trace, except for ‘memories’ that landed her mother in a mental hospital. 

“Hey! Jerk!” Carra calls after him, then she takes a shortcut and tackled him from the shadows. She lands on top in full mount, her feet pinning down his legs and her forearms on his arms, her body pressed into his, her face close to his. “I said [i]’mine’[/i].”