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He frowned. "You don't think so?" *** She frowned. "Hm.. Well he'll have a nice scar to remember me by, now."
"I don't think that," he said. "I still want to see you." *** She rolled her eyes with a smile. "So is Pete a common problem?"
"I mean an attack," he said flatly. *** She squinted at him. "I'm sure."
He frowned. "I want to, Dahlia. I just don't want anything bad to happen." *** She reached out to pet him. "Caly. That's cute."
He nodded slowly. "We need to be careful about meeting, though." *** She grinned at the mouse. "It sounds lovely."
He was watching her, his brows furrowed. "I know." *** She sat down, crossing her legs. "No, I haven't."
He laughed slightly. "I suppose that's true.." *** She gave him a slight grin before looking down at the babies, her whole expression...
He looked down. "They said if I spoke to you they would attack our tribe." *** She nodded. "Yeah. Pete's gone."
"Yeah, mostly.. I could get in trouble for being here." *** She came over, looking worried. "Is everything okay?"
He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I missed you. I missed you so much." *** She put away her blade, looking back for Victor.
He was quiet, just watching her. He drew in a breath, but couldn't seem to say anything. She would see his whole body tense as tears sprung into...
He looked up, his brows furrowing. He hesitated, starting towards the fort. *** She kept Pete distracted, seeing how close she could get without...
Osiris watched, his brows furrowed. *** She squinted, stepping towards Pete with the blade in hand.
(Idk) *** She huffed, looking back at the weasel before swinging it again, trying to get Pete to go away.
(Yoop!) *** She looked back at him sharply. "Pete?"
He gave a slight nod, heading off to his tribe. *** She was frowning, but looked mildly annoyed at him comment. "I'm here to help, not get in...
Osiris started out, his eyes to the ground. *** Nascha's eyes widened, and she drew her blade, sprinting over.
He took it, his shoulders sagging. He didn't say anything, just looked as if he wanted to leave. *** She looked up, setting down her book and...
He looked to be at a loss for words. "..Okay." *** Nascha was sitting outside, drawing in a small, handmade sketch book.
His eyes narrowed, and he seemed offended. "She's my friend." *** (She saves/helps him?)
