@inkmchine​ stated ;;

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜ for mafia verse DNDNDN

[ platonic starters. // accepting. ]

  --Her voice is stuck in her throat.

  Hands raise to rub away tears that spill down her face; it's not usual for her to cry, really, it isn't-- she was a kid surrounded by potential danger ( that she knew of ) and her own struggles. Yet here she was, upset over the tiniest thing! Funny how that worked. Schoolmates be damned; those other kids can sure pack a punch, but upon the question being asked, Brielle is already trying to rid herself of the very obvious tears, she felt a bit silly crying about a school fight, after all. She swallows down the lump in her throat, and looks up at him.

  ❝ It's jus'-- it's somethin' real stupid. ❞ She laughs a little, ❝ Just, just school stuff, y'know? Got into a-- a fight-- ❞ She stops herself, looking down sheepishly as she thinks about what to say, ❝ I, um... I lost, since he was a bit older than me. ❞ She adds, frowning, ❝ ...M'pride's just hurt-- ❞ A clear lie, considering the tingly feeling in her shoulder, but she can shrug it off-- she's had worse, after all!

  ❝ Sorry-- it's, it's kinda dumb, right dad? ❞