[His touch has fallen into stillness faster than it takes for clarity to keep pace; tethering the last piece of jewelry more distractedly than he'd like— necessitating a doubling back for security's sake.
Light jingling. Little tugs.
They really are like humans, aren't they?]
No. [Comes thinly, sticking to his tongue.] We're considered adolescents till we're in our eighties, more often than not.
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Light jingling. Little tugs.
They really are like humans, aren't they?]
No. [Comes thinly, sticking to his tongue.] We're considered adolescents till we're in our eighties, more often than not.