[In said tree, Casimiro is sitting on one of the overhead branches, dropping pebbles on the poor kid beneath him. An attempt to get his attention, maybe.]
[He's not sure where the pebbles are coming from at first. He swats at his head a few times before looking all the way up and seeing that someone's been dropping things on him; he screws his face up a little, scrambling back and throwing his stick up into the branches.]
[He snickers, raising his arm as the stick is thrown at him. Good, now that he's got his attention he swings on the branch, hanging upside-down by his knees.]
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Cut it out!
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What're you cryin' about, huh?
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[And it's true, sort of. There aren't any tears coming out, despite the sniffling and the red eyes.]
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Well, I wasn't, okay?!
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[He crosses his arms over his chest and grins. Yes, still upside down.]
Liar.
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I'm not a liar! I was crying before but I wasn't when you saw me!
[Totally different!]
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