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He went still as they spoke before slipping towards the door, moving quickly and quietly.
"But I'm offering you a piece."
"I said I'm older than them. Besides, isn't it rude nowadays to talk about age, or something."
Dion peered into the room silently, his blue eyes striking as he watched. A frown crossed his face as he glanced toward the door, waiting for her...
He huffed. "I'm not looking for friends. Besides, I don't know the exact age. I'm older than dinosaurs."
"I've been back," she replied with a shrug. "Want some muffin?"
Dion listened, sitting up at the sound of a strange rumbling. He'd heard this sound maybe once or twice in his life, but knew it was a working...
He shrugged slightly. "Rather old."
She sat nearby, eating her muffin.
Dion sat in the shade. The linoleum floor was cool and grimy from years of exposure. Half of the building was destroyed, similar to many others,...
"Not particularly.."
She got up, leaving. She returned after retrieving her muffin.
He shrugged. "I think so. Probably."
She sighed, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go get the muffin."
"No."
"Walk around again, but like.. what happened last time.."
"Sit down?"
"I got worried when I couldn't find you," she admitted.
He leaned against the wall.
"It's good. You did good."
