RainbowCherry
Bus Thanker
"Thread and some stuff I found in a tree." He growled, his answers short. His 7 year old mind assumed if he didn't answer their questions, he'd be murdered. He stared at the hooded boy and struggled around in the chair, attempting to hit him. His lazy eye stared off into the distance, his working eye covered by his pale green hair, so he had trouble hitting anyone, just... hitting air.