Dahlia Martin is not in touch with reality. (heretoscream) wrote in motelca,
Dahlia just watches him and grins. He’s so talented. It’s neat. “Maybe I like bad boys.” She perks an eyebrow in his direction to gauge his reaction to that. “Hey. Lyddie Bird is weirdly older than me because time is lame and I got stuck, but she’s the baby sister. I can do what I want.” She says, the picture of smug for the briefest moment before he missed his step and fell. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops, mouth making a nearly perfect ‘O’. “Ohmigod, are you okay?” She slips off her perch and goes over to help him.
“Mmm, I’m pretty sure that theory was around before South Park!” She tips her head as she looks at him. “Hunters? What kind of hunters?” She has to ask, supernatural and all. And he’s something. Maybe getting information on his family can help her narrow her currently ocean-wide search paths. “Yeah...I can understand that.” She says, a note of empathy in her voice.