plummet to your death | stark

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — She made a small squeak as the robotic kiwi pecked at her. She would have swatted at it if not for Stark calling it back. Pim looked at Stark and she made a face. "Little encounter huh?" She murmured, tail lashing back and forth. The tall feline looked at the helmet and back at Stark, taking note of the blood. So the bastard was overworking himself again. She would say something, but she didn't want Stark to think she suddenly cared. Because she didn't. It's just that she didn't want to see him turn up dead one day because of exhaustion or something. She wasn't comfortable seeing dead bodies.