what is this?

Okay, obviously, she didn't get any sort of hints. She just waltzed right in, even though he was trying to pretend she didn't exist. And then she went right up to his side! Well, okay, a few feet away, but close enough! He'd give her a sidelong glance, anger still sparking in his eyes. He grunted at her question, refusing to admit if it was 'neat' or not - it really was, but he didn't want to give her any sort of satisfaction. Nevermind the fact that it'd be all in his head anyways. And she kept talking. And talking. And talking. And he kept ignoring her. Well, trying to. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to. "Nearly eight months," he would finally mutter, moments before she said it didn't matter. Dangit, he still wanted to be angry! How was she making him not-so-angry? It made him feel cross with himself, if he couldn't even stay angry at a weirdly colored girl. "You're a year, aren't you? You look too young to be older but you seem to be full-sized." And that full-sized was short. He was a lot taller than her, well, not right now, but he knew he would be. He'd blink when she asked if he wanted to play. "Uhhh?" he would near stutter, blinking again. Play? Play how? Fighting? What? He would just eye her, head tilted very slightly to the side in the silent question as to how.

"Speech"

Lykos
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