TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"Nice to meet you too!" the boy beamed cheerfully, adjusting the red cloak around his neck absentmindedly. He paused a bit when she mentioned her mother. "Oh.." he hesitated. He wasn't sure what to say. He had always heard Maleficent (or however you said her name... he wasn't entirely sure) was a bad guy.
But Malevolence seemed nice (mostly). She was a little scary at first, but not really anymore. He shifted his weight awkwardly, unsure how to react. Finally he said, "My mother's name is just Mom. But her friends call her Red Riding Hood. Cause of this!" He held up the hem of his cloak with one hand, showing it off proudly.
But Malevolence seemed nice (mostly). She was a little scary at first, but not really anymore. He shifted his weight awkwardly, unsure how to react. Finally he said, "My mother's name is just Mom. But her friends call her Red Riding Hood. Cause of this!" He held up the hem of his cloak with one hand, showing it off proudly.