(Based off of an rp. The story i'm about to give you was not written in rp, but this will be an end of an rp)
Ramune stood tall, over the Quad, fear and anger in her eyes. The bowl of soup was flipped over, the glass of water tipped over as well. Ramune's head was bandaged and cleaned from the night before. She was arguing with the Quad, raising her voice slightly.
"I can't stay here. It. Is. Not. Safe!" She growls.
"It's dangerous outside! It's snowing." The Quad retorts.
Ramune throws up her claws out of frustration. The two continued to bicker as the night grew colder.
"I don't care if it's cold outside. He is following me and I don't want you dead." She looks around at the windows for a moment, before turning back to the quad. "Look, I appreciate that you took me in, but I have to go. I can't afford another hurt gro on my hands."
Her ears fold down a little more, the anger fading into sadness. Her voice lowers, saying, 'Thank you..' before heading out into the cold. Her next stop, the bar.
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