HelloZepp
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Antje was sad about the little boy; she'd expected someone older, not a poor little thing like the gingery boy. Where was his mother? Did he want her? Was he alone and scared?
He was such a tiny thing, and his eyes looked intelligent.
She sat on the floor near Lucifer and she quietly watched the poor thing sit across from them. His clothes were sort of dirty, and not nearly warm enough for the cold nights here.
Will he ever...grow? Or is he stuck?
Another mouth to feed, another person to hide, another child with their curse. She wanted to keep him, even for a small while, but killing him could be a merciful act, as well.
The boy felt awkward around his own kind, but he was still so human in every little way.
"Do you remember your name, little one?" she asked, hopeful.
He was such a tiny thing, and his eyes looked intelligent.
She sat on the floor near Lucifer and she quietly watched the poor thing sit across from them. His clothes were sort of dirty, and not nearly warm enough for the cold nights here.
Will he ever...grow? Or is he stuck?
Another mouth to feed, another person to hide, another child with their curse. She wanted to keep him, even for a small while, but killing him could be a merciful act, as well.
The boy felt awkward around his own kind, but he was still so human in every little way.
"Do you remember your name, little one?" she asked, hopeful.