some words to aid in the decay
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She had turned away from him to watch the dust covered world of books in the building, the words he spoke made her smile a short and simple grin as she turned her emerald eyes back to him. "Really? Why not?" she asked. She really didn't care that they were related, she hadn't really let anyone else know who she was or how they might have been related. It wasn't her fault the male had remembered her name from some far off memory or scrap of conversation. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes drifting back to the window as she decided that she would go fetch a book from the store before the night was over, who knew, she might actually have something worth writing about in her pretty little head.

The silence between them lasted more than a moment before she remembered that the stranger who shouldn't really have been a stranger was still there. She figured that he would have disappeared at the first moment he'd had if possible, but she was wrong. Flicking her ears back as she bit her lip, knowing it would be rude if she went into the building now since she was the whole reason he'd left the shop in the first place. She suddenly asked, "What would you write about?" as she turned about, perching on the concrete rail along the edge of the old window as she waited to find her answers.


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