WHISKEY IS MY HOLY WATER
12-09-2013, 08:12 PM
In no mood to deal with the monstrosity of a child and her undying thirst for attention, the tyke maneuvered forward, attempting to snake around the left side of the brindled babe, intentionally making the turn around her as rough as he could so as to bump his mass against her own. This way, he hoped to drive the message clearly through her thick skull: he had no desire to remain in her presence nor did he wish to ever know who she was. Her arrogant speech would do little to disturb his attempted getaway, a singular and miniscule ear simply flicking towards her to acknowledge her words before daring sarcasm would drip from his own frayed lips. ?Can?t imagine why anyone wouldn?t try to find you,? he hissed, voice merely a mumble as cobalt eyes widened in exasperation. How persistent was she? Couldn?t she see that he had far more important matters to deal with? His poor sister was out there somewhere ? at peace! The very concept was frightening enough to the tiny tyrant. The next syllable the gargantuan babe spoke, however, immediately caused the tyke to halt in his step, body pivoting to face her own as a disgruntled expression contorted his countenance, ears pinning against the contours of his crown as his pupils fell upon the girl?s exposed incisors. Evidently confused, the tyke never once allowed his gaze to falter from her own verdant, silence consuming him as she demanded it. Moments of silence and statue-esque poise ticked by, before, at long last, a tentative smirk extended across his visage, jaws minutely parting to utter a quiet: ?Hello.? |
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