Poppy and Tom ran through the dark, the cool air pulling blush to her cheek. She turned the corner, intending to start heading back to the apartment, and stopped in her tracks. Five silhouettes stared at her, and Tom growled. They slowly advanced, and Poppy grit her teeth. "Robin." (Time skip?)
(Yeah) It was the early morning when Poppy would receive a notification, obviously a text from Francis, as it had many errors.
Poppy woke up suddenly from her spot on her bed, where she had passed out the night before. "Ow..." she moaned as she sat up. Her whole body was sore. She had a cut on her cheek, and numerous bruises and scrapes running up and down her body, but she was alive. She checked her watch to read Francis' message.
She laughed out loud but immediately winced afterwards. "Tonight would work perfectly. I look forward to seeing you. ❤️"
"Dibs on pillows," she responded. "I love you too." She clicked off her watch and stood up, heading to the shower. Maybe warm water would take the ache away.
Francis frowned. His messages weren't great, but they would have to do. He stood up and went the bathroom, going to get ready for the day.
Poppy waited outside the observatory, holding a backpack and dressed in a simple pair of comfortable jeans and a soft red shirt. The bruises were still visible, and although she felt better than she had that morning, she still wasn't feeling great. Nonetheless, she waited excitedly for Francis, her back leaning against the wall.
Francis arrived not long after, carrying his own backpack. He looked up at her once he got there, a smile on his face.
She didn't notice him immediately; her arms were crossed, and she bit her lip as she stared at the ground.
He walked up to her, about to say hello before his observant eye caught the bruises. "What happened?"
She looked up suddenly when he arrived and grinned. "Hi!" she said. "Just a little run in with some people."
