Soon, Jay found himself being smeared in red and his nose picked up the disgustingly metallic smell of blood. He was clinging on to his male caregiver's shirt as the teenage boy was trying to talk to the teenage girl.
"Jay, can you hear me?" The Red King's question was met with silence. His partner didn't even blink. "We gotta go, Jay. Come on, now. I hate it when you stare like that."
"Mom?" Jay reached out to touch her upper arm.
His male caretaker let out a long sigh, "I don't wanna carry both you and Kaon at the same time."
Finally, the teenage girl blinked and took a deep breath. She fell to her knees; her neck length hair covered her face as her breathing sped up.
With the toddler still in his hold, the Red King squatted down so that he could see her face to face.
"Don't touch me..." JJ spit out, but her hand grabbed her partner's forearm.
