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Denver stood above the furry body, panting, with his hands on his hips. Much to his relief, the child stopped it's screeching quickly. Unfortunately, the noise was replaced by more odd behavior; the boy stared strangely up at Denver, his eyes wide and nearly glazed. The boy's unique, instant smile made Denver curious, confused. Brows pursed together as his own pale face contorted into a similar, adult expression.
"What're you lookin' at, boy?" he demanded, feeling as though he was already being made fun of, by a perfectly strange, young child. "'M I weird lookin'?" he asked, subconsciously running a hand through his hair, being sure it was properly tousled. "Well, you're weird lookin' too." he said, not being able to stifle a laugh at the kid's silly face, for a moment able to remember his own childhood.
Denver smirked, standing straight with hands on hips again, looking down at the dark gray child, bemused. "Well, why are you alone? Where's yer momma?" he wondered, ice blue eyes darting about the land, hoping she would come running soon enough to relieve him of this this he suddenly felt an undesired responsibility for. "'N what's yer name?" he added shortly. "'M Denver."
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