500+ Attila had been more helpful than she ever could have hoped for. While she had been cleaning, he had occasionally pointed or commented on spots she had not covered, and the little gild had raced to amend and make it all look shiny and pretty. Only a child of her age and mentality was able to put so much pleasure into such a shit job. Noir did not mind the slightest. She laughed and giggled all over the place. The floor was not very much better than when she had started, but it was still quite a noticeable difference between then and now. In Noir eyes she had done an amazing job. She had to be the best reserve mother in the whole wide world; she knew she was, she knew it! Attila looked over the job she had done. The child noticed nothing whatsoever about her pale sibling’s inner conflicts. Noir was only two months old, she had not learned to read body language was not able to recognize anything false when people spoke to her. She could merely grasp the meaning of the words, and so the tone of the voice was overlooked because her mental processes already worked with the sentences. She was only a normal child, and Attila told her that she had done a good job. Her grin widened even more if possible when she digested his words, and she sat down next to him, poking her nose up into the air in an extremely proud manner, her pink tongue sticking out her mouth.
He did not answer her question if it was things in-again-time, but that did not matter. She would let him rest a bit more. The brown and chubby child darted in and out carrying the smaller things that were not too heavy for her back into the den. To move the large objects in first would have been an obvious opinion of Noir’s reasoning had been slightly more matured, but somehow the reverse order would probably work too, although not as well as the better way. Thankfully Noir was oblivious of this. When she passed Attila, muffled cries forced themselves through the corners of her busy mouth (she was carrying objects). ”in-again-tiiime, IN-AGAIN-TIIIIME IIIMEEEE” Her voice started to rise and sink, evolving into an own little song about in-again-time. The melody was never to win any awards whatsoever, but it did not make it less nice to the child. She moved her paws to take a few basic dance steps. Most of all she looked like a sack of potatoes that humped from side to side, with small paws supporting each side of her plump little body respectively as she swayed from side to side and then in a little circle. Her baby eyes stayed on her beloved brother that was so amazingly kind. She threw her face upwards and giggled hysterically when she lost her balance and landed hard on her big bum. She might not be the smartest child in the litter, but Noir sure was an adorable one. |
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