The woman was laughing. Laughing. What kind if sick, twisted, psychopathic murderer laughs when an innocent person steps on a poor, helpless rabbit and renders it lifeless?
'Quite alright' indeed. Thomas was too scared to move at this point and his expression was shifting from fearful to mortified to worried and then to confused. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on or why she was laughing but he was certain he would not look down.
Seeing the sight of a dead rabbit on his shoes was not something Thomas wanted to bear witness to.
After she stopped laughing completely and explained what had happened, Thomas looked down and his shoulders visibly dropped. He stepped away from the broken pieces of chocolate and ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. I knew that, Miss. Haha." He laughed awkwardly - trying to brush off his clear embarrassment - and suddenly it hit him: chocolate. He'd stepped on some chocolate.
"See I don't know if this is worse. That's some good chocolate! Now look at it!" Thomas over-dramatically gestured toward the broken bunny before looking up at the woman with the blue eyes and realising where he was.
He coughed, straightened his clothing and bowed his head a little, "Sorry, Miss, Thomas Tilcott. Sorry about that outburst. I'm extremely hungry. In all facts, though, I was 'eaded to this bakery." Thomas pointed at the sign above their heads before looking briefly back at the chocolate, "But that can wait. What's more pressin' is what drove you to throwin' good chocolate on the ground? I'd have just eaten it myself."
'Quite alright' indeed. Thomas was too scared to move at this point and his expression was shifting from fearful to mortified to worried and then to confused. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on or why she was laughing but he was certain he would not look down.
Seeing the sight of a dead rabbit on his shoes was not something Thomas wanted to bear witness to.
After she stopped laughing completely and explained what had happened, Thomas looked down and his shoulders visibly dropped. He stepped away from the broken pieces of chocolate and ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. I knew that, Miss. Haha." He laughed awkwardly - trying to brush off his clear embarrassment - and suddenly it hit him: chocolate. He'd stepped on some chocolate.
"See I don't know if this is worse. That's some good chocolate! Now look at it!" Thomas over-dramatically gestured toward the broken bunny before looking up at the woman with the blue eyes and realising where he was.
He coughed, straightened his clothing and bowed his head a little, "Sorry, Miss, Thomas Tilcott. Sorry about that outburst. I'm extremely hungry. In all facts, though, I was 'eaded to this bakery." Thomas pointed at the sign above their heads before looking briefly back at the chocolate, "But that can wait. What's more pressin' is what drove you to throwin' good chocolate on the ground? I'd have just eaten it myself."