soft crying
Ochana: She walked over and patted them on the back akwardly
h huh…?
Ochana: "dont make this weird-"
“I I I’m…n not?”
Ochana: "im not good at comforting ppl-"
“I can telll”
Ochana: she stoped
hugs
Ochana: "nnnnoooope" she shoved him away the crystals turned a irritated red
Ochana: "bro stop" the irritated red got deeper
