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They sat in the dark for a few minutes, the only sounds being Poppy's breaths as she struggled for air, the panic pushing down on her from all sides.
(Woop toop?)
He laughed out loud, shaking his head. "We don't use that term with pixies very often."
"I don't even know," she said disgustedly. "I'm so disappointed. I thought you were smarter than this."
"No! I'd like a sister."
She nodded slightly, her voice hoarse. "Please."
(Zoop?)
"I was talking about the spiders, but sure. You too."
"Oh, bull*squee!*!" she growled, the curse sharp and unfamiliar in her mouth. "You knew exactly what you were doing! Don't apologize if you're just...
"Cheetah the Cat."
She looked down at him with wide eyes, her shoulders heaving with breaths before she crawled into his lap, burying her face into his chest.
"Bye," he said, shaking his head before closing the door behind him.
"Baby."
"You said that last time," she said fiercely. "And you promised me!"
"Cheetah."
She shuddered slightly and she was shaking badly. He would be able to tell that she was about to unfurl, the panic and fear of the day catching up...
He paused in surprise before laughing slightly, shaking his head, opening the door. "I love you too."
He laughed easily, brushing her hair back. "Small."
"You couldn't walk. You couldn't move, and now you're doing nothing as if it didn't even matter!"
"Oliver isn't red, Mama."
