witty repertoire

[Elijah Winters]

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Even if she wasn’t capable of displaying her true frustration, the boy could read it in her body. Elijah might not have inferred her true feelings yet, but he was worried she was mad. However, the little blonde girl only looked up at him nicely. She looked at him the way Odette sometimes did, when she was trying to put up with his odd behavior. Everything, though, was forgotten with the idea of play. Play could be fun, right?

The boy began to toddle down the steps, his body movements awkward from their lack of practice. He tripped towards the end and landed on his belly, whining lowly.

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