[the noise bring her back to summer. of heat and evenings where cicadas would vibrate until they slept or died. wonder turns into disbelief, a soft laugh escaping her while path pouts over the separation.]
You spoiled, starving creature.
[small hands grab at his wrists to hold him still, preventing him from pulling her down.]
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You spoiled, starving creature.
[small hands grab at his wrists to hold him still, preventing him from pulling her down.]
That is very impolite. Where are your manners?