One not assigned here, I guess. [they rub the back of their neck, pinching at the skin briefly before deciding to get up, giving the Big Animal a wide berth...and also the kid, too, while slinking as slinkingly a tall frame can slunk.] Sorry.
[no fucking rest for the weary; is it going to be like this in every little house-thing? maybe they ought to just fuckin' pick a tree to climb.]
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[no fucking rest for the weary; is it going to be like this in every little house-thing? maybe they ought to just fuckin' pick a tree to climb.]