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--  Attile was still wondering if he should keep his mouth shut, though the minutes passed away and his eager of his bad side started to give up. After all his kindness moment, his mean side was demanding for it to stop and go back to his enraging part. He was frozen, his eyes looking at nowhere, barely noticing his sister passing by, taking the things back to the den. His mind rebooted as the voice of his sibling singed on his ears. The pale boy gasped, looking at the clumsy girl, singing and dancing around. The first feeling was shock, but than he couldn't help but to laugh, quickly turning to a chuckling as she lost her equilibrium and fell on her bum, small joy tears lightly falling from his eyes. The seconds passed and the wave of fun faded away slowly. He cleaned the tears with the back of his paw and cleare his throath.
"Alright." he said, forcing his legs toward the bigger objects, the ones that were still outside. He started to pull them again, waiting for his sister to help him again. He cleared the throath again, not hearing her clumsy body moving near him or even feeling her casual physical prove of affection. |
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