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Boothe grumbled as the male repeated his name, and then poked his head out beside Sophie's, pressing their cheeks together and giving the older two males the most distrustful look he'd ever delivered. With Daire gone, he felt slightly more daring, as it was clear to him these males didn't like him either; but he didn't want them to turn out like their Father and start yelling or hitting them. Especially Sophie; he was so frightened for his sister, who hardly ever spoke to him and only smiled at her creepy doll, that he'd do anything to protect her now that the oppressive bastard was finally gone.
Leon said words they'd never heard before, and Sophie cocked her head and looked at Boothe for help, who only stuck his tongue out at Leon rather rudely and then attempted to retreat back under Bug, grabbing Sophie's ear to drag her with him. That plan was rather ruined when the gray male lifted the doll away from them, setting it at Sophie's side and leaving them both staring rather wide-eyed at him. Boothe growled again, and bullied Sophie over toward it, but she yipped at him and nipped his nose, making him pout and huddle in on himself. Sophie looked up at the two strange males, blinking slowly at the questions they'd asked.
Faffer. Boothe barked, and then ducked and glared, as though he were going to be struck. Daire hadn't liked that they had yet to learn how to pronounce the "th" sound, making him sound stupid whenever they addressed him--"Faffer", "Fat'her", and the like. Sophie wrinkled her nose at them cutely as they asked a question that was rather harder to unravel, but they said a word that she did recognize--"mommy"-- and she brightened. Mumma! Mumma make Bug! and she turned and clamped her doll's arm between her teeth, dragging it over proudly.
The wheel breaks the butterfly
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