I'm Being So Sincere Right Now

Quill inside his little head was laughing manically, or as manically as a pup could. But outside he just pushed those puppy eyes with a slow, happy wag of his tail. He was completely innocent. He didn't steal knives and bury them out for someone to dig up. That wasn't him.

The girl asked which way the things were buried, and when gesturing behind him he nodded, "Yup, right this way!" He took a pace behind her, maybe so she couldn't see that massively wicked grin on his maw. No, wait, he was still innocent. He couldn't do that. He caught his wide smile and toned down the expression to another side of the scale.

She sniffed around the trees and ground to track his scent, clever. Maybe he'd have to remember to do something to mask that the next time he had the urge. He just watched her for a moment as she looked around the ground for his hidden treasures. When she pondered about where they could be, he too saw the shifted dirt up ahead of her, "You're getting waaarmer." He beckoned. If he was a bit older she probably couldn't get away with acting so dumb, but for now all he worried about was her digging up that nice little surprise. He chuckled quietly but probably enough for her to hear. It probably sounded like he was having fun, but the fun hadn't even started yet.

Intellect Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 1289 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Speech"