She was a Baskerville? This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. Alice didn’t want to be near the Baskervilles, even if it was just a small and seemingly harmless girl.
“I-I’m… Alice.” - she simply replied, keeping her distance from Lily.
Even as the other’s face warped with discomfort, the young girl didn’t seem to notice — still wearing that same smile that almost seemed plastic against her young features, eyes dazzling bright as, harmlessly, she stepped forward, smile growing bigger in hearing the female’s name.
“Alice~!”
Speaking with a sweet innocence, the Baskerville extended her hand out to her, “It’s nice to meet you, Alice! I hope we can be friends!”
The girl extended a hand to her yet she didn’t take it. Why would she want to be friends with a Baskerville? They weren’t her friends, were they? Alice now knew about a part of her past, that she once belonged to that family; but she wasn’t that Alice anymore. She took a step back, muttering an almost unaudible ‘sorry’.
