Shawchert couldn’t help feel bad even though it wasn’t his fault, she still blamed him, and it made him feel horrible as she cried out in utter unhappiness. Looking at her made it worse, she looked like like she’d crawled out of a mud bath.
You may be initiated into Ouija’s color club.
He said hoping a joke would ease her agony of being sprayed by a skunk. He had been too, but he was doing his best to ignore the smell on his own fur… he contemplated just running to the ocean and living there until it was all out of his fur.
Yes I’m sure it’s gone…
Before he got the time to explain what he did she went and pushed im, telling him she wasn’t going to be the first one in. he walked as she pushed at him, knowing that even though she was pushing him she wouldn’t be able to move him if he hadn’t allowed her. As they entered the shop again, he spread his arms wide,
See nothing here, now do you believe me?
He asked looking back at Orin, hoping she knew he felt bad that it happened in the first place… he wasn’t going to fight her that the animal was already going to do it if he moved her or not, but he was sure she’d have gotten it worse if he hadn’t moved, but he was just playing the guilty just so she’d at least be a little happier.
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