Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl thought about bad things all the time. She didn't want to, and she wished she was one of those people that could just dance through life, but she wasn't that girl. She was this girl, the one sitting on the ledge and looking down, trying to convince herself that she could actually go to the party and dance. But she hadn't been a party girl in a long time, and now she was a girl who worried about things that she'd never even thought about before. She didn't want to save the people down below, so that was a good thing, but she still worried. She knew that nothing good would come of the worrying. She'd just be vilified, and she wasn't sure how she knew that, but she knew it.
She was also curious about things, and the man that approached had straw for hair was a curiosity. "Your," she began, lifting one hand from the ledge to point as he neared and... yep, that was definitely straw for hair. But she was green, so she wasn't going to hold the straw against him, though there was something in her stomach that flipped over on itself, as if straw should bring something to mind. It was on the tip of her tongue and out of reach, and she shook her head. "If I wanted to go down, I'd go," she told him, a bit of a chip on her shoulder and making it into her voice. She didn't recognize that anger, but she was sure it was her anger. "Do you?" she asked him.