[for a minute, he's deaf to the call, hugging his arms tight and staring numbly at the ground, all wrapped up in himself.
the echo, the nagging notion something was said, the feeling of something drawing near...Martin startles badly, head whipping around back and forth until finding the girl approaching. his stomach does a flip – dread. his hands slip up and clutch at his sleeves, hugging tighter.]
I...I, I–[a shudder.] N-no'm, I'm– [he shakes his head.] Nothing!
VANILLE USED VINE WHIP...?
the echo, the nagging notion something was said, the feeling of something drawing near...Martin startles badly, head whipping around back and forth until finding the girl approaching. his stomach does a flip – dread. his hands slip up and clutch at his sleeves, hugging tighter.]
I...I, I–[a shudder.] N-no'm, I'm– [he shakes his head.] Nothing!