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^^  Attila loved the idea of just sit in the entrance of the den and watch his little sister to do all the work. He felt more important than he should, but he couldn't help it. Once in a while, he pointed to a place with his paws, saying that still had some dirt in there, or that it was not clean in that part. Seeing his clumsy sibling working, with all her awkward movements made him giggle time to time. He really didn't know why it would be so funny, but it was anyway. Feeling she had finished the job too soon and that he was not pleased he was not going to see her working a little longer, he sighed deeply. It was good while lasted. Her question was hard to answer. Basically, because she did a good job for someone of her size, but his mean side was nearly ordering him to say that it was not even close to regular, that it had no worth at all, or any mean thing. His good (and smaller) side was telling him to don't do it, that it would hurt her feelings too badly, that she was his sister, and that it was not right at all. That fight lasted a few seconds, his mind working as fast as it could, but it was still too slow. He tried to look like he was analysing her job, but he wasn't very sure she was bitting that one.
"Good work, fifter." That was all he could say. If the pale boy opened his mouth again, it was going to puke words, and it would make any sense, as his trail of thought was completely messed up. He just nodded robotically to his sister, and then looked back to the den, trying to hold that bad side that almost ruled on him. |
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