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His ears perked at that. He rose and turned, glaring heatedly t her back.  “Pft! Yeah right!” He said indignantly. “Like you would ever find something cool!” He puffed proudly, raising his head defiantly. He watched her walk on for a moment then leapt and landed gracelessly from the rock to chase after her. Now he needed to see whatever she deemed cool and properly derogate it. It didn’t matter if what she showed him really  was cool or not, he wanted to make her feel like she was uncool just because she was his sister and he had concluded, even in his short life, that his sisters were the least cool thing to ever exist and that they were in fact, the worst.

He caught up to her and looked down at her with what had become a cruel and judgmental stare. “I bet you don't even know what cool is!" He sneered, his lip rising to show his needle sharp teeth. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be, nothing was cooler than the quail he had just seen, that was for sure…Then again, if it did turn out to actually be cool, he would have to show up later and examine it and see what he could learn from it, if he could learn anything at all. As long as Corentine didn’t see him do it.

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