Trixa's hand hovered above a loaf of bread at the question, steady, not shaking, but still... it paused. Pulling the loaf close, she grabbed a knife and sliced a few pieces off, setting them on a plate and bringing it and the assortment of cold meat with fruit and veggies to the table. Sitting next to him, she started assembling the lot into a sandwich her voice a little soft with memories as she spoke.
"I'm not a mom, never had kids of my own, not really likely to. But what I do is take in strays. Sometimes a kid or two'll get lost here and there, find their way to me. I'll give 'em some food, maybe let 'em stay over a few nights until they can find a better place. I never turn away a kid in need, it's my soft spot." Probably the only one she had, come to think of it. Innocents. Which made her hate whoever hurt him even more.
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Date: 2011-09-13 02:11 am (UTC)"I'm not a mom, never had kids of my own, not really likely to. But what I do is take in strays. Sometimes a kid or two'll get lost here and there, find their way to me. I'll give 'em some food, maybe let 'em stay over a few nights until they can find a better place. I never turn away a kid in need, it's my soft spot." Probably the only one she had, come to think of it. Innocents. Which made her hate whoever hurt him even more.