5/20/2025, 12:16 AM
She sized him up with disdain pouring off her small, leggy frame. She wasn't much of a threat, he decided quickly, eyeing her up and down critically. Her petite stature and vermillion gaze reminded him of Nuvts’eyaȟa, enough that the boy made a note to ask her whether they knew of one another. However, the similarities stopped at purely the physical.
Is this where all the sad kids end up? She sniped, venomous and flippant. Trygve snorted, muzzle wrinkling.
Do I look sad?He snapped, intending to be dismissive of the implied accusation. He noted, right after, that she'd probably tell him yes just to be rude. It's what he'd do, after all. Great. Trygve scowled, more annoyed by his own misstep than anything so far. He scrambled for a retort, although little real heat existed in his snide tone or stiff posture. This was already more interesting than most of his days.
You're here, aren't you? Guess you must be sad too.
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