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Emile · Updated 04/30/23:

Somewhere in his mind, he was aware of the approach of another, Resin's scent preceded her and he could hear her but he was drowning in the emotions he'd been trying to hold back for so long and he couldn't really focus on anything at all, being carried away. Still, he felt her pulling him in and the boy moved almost more on instinct than anything else, leaning into the larger woman, his face pressing into her stomach as he sobbed.

Slowly his mind was catching up with the real world, and he pulled back slightly, tipping his head back to look up at the giant scarred woman. "I I I I I I I I I'm sssssssssssorry." He said, he practically flinched, hyper-aware that his stutter was much worse when he was emotional.

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