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Sweet Transvestite
"No, I'm perfectly fine, but thank you! I'll be taking care of Leon, unless he doesn't need me anymore." Tabitha responded to Vladimor's question so polite and elegantly. It was hard for people to see why Matthew and Tabitha were even friends, especially when she gave people that big smile she always liked wearing, or did something knew with her hair. Unlike Matt, she was always changing, and everybody could see it. Matt, on the other hand, was as constant as death in the world: Most people didn't want to see him, but he was always there, and eventually they'd have to confront him. This point was established even more firmly when she saw Cicero walk in. Unsure whether to tell him to leave or stay, the girl meekly tilted her head down, focusing her gaze on her hands which were clasped together. What would Leon say to him? It wasn't like she could defend Cicero's actions, but she hoped the wolf-boy found it in his heart to figure him.
Speaking of death, the boy felt like he was dying inside. "ten, eleven, twelve..." The boy counted the spare pennies in his pockets, having counted all the items in the backpack. He didn't know why, but the constant repetition of counting was helping him to keep calm. "Why did I have to say that?!" he internally screamed at himself. He wanted to rip his hair out. Was he stupid?! When he looked back on what he said, he realized it didn't help stifle Tabby's rumor at all! Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. It didn't matter what she said if it wasn't true, right? Still, the more Matt thought about it, the more he worried Vladimor would mess with him, now that he probably thought this lie was true... Matthew would die before he said he liked somebody as emotional and naïve as that guy!