Chain Chomp

The brute seemed to realize his mistake too late and then agreed that it wasn't a good idea now. Esti rolled her eyes, but when she looked back at him, his eyes were locked on hers. A honest, obvious pout crossed over her face when he mentioned a family, "Damn," she muttered. She was so busy being disappointed that she almost missed the male's name. Valentine, huh? "Prin-" she stopped herself. She wasn't a princess anymore, "Esti. Just Esti."

The girl collected herself and reevaluated the situation, "Yeah, you're screwed man. I'll have to tell your family how I found you snout-deep in a mud puddle, trying to get with your own reflection." She made an overly dramatic sigh, "I'm sure your misses will curse your good looks and wish that your goodness was in your brain instead."

Joking aside, though, did this brute really have a family? The question rang loudly in Esti's mind. It really was too bad, she was just getting interested. Esti thought for a moment, debating on her earlier idea of pulling the gator's tail. She decided it might be in her best interest not to risk her life for this taken brute, but she was bored and there wasn't much else to do anyway. Esti decided she might try something, "If I pull it's tail and you jump, you think you can snap at it again before I die?"

"Speech"
'thoughts'