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*for an eight-year-old girl, she's got a definitively confident and businesslike walk-- this is a child with very controlled imagination, and an analytical brain hard at work inside her head. She's got a brownish-orange cat at her feet, as contently walking along as obediently as any small lapdog

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[hades_nerd]

*waves* Hi, 'Dice.

[turntowardhades]

Hi. Dad said you got creamed in a fight, or something...?

[hades_nerd]

I did not! Rhad pinned me, but he's like six times my size!

[turntowardhades]

Well, duh. But that doesn't count. He can do that anytime. In some other one?

[hades_nerd]

No! I won that one, and that was like, two years ago!

[turntowardhades]

Uh-huh, yeah. But it could happen again.

[hades_nerd]

And then I hit whoever in the face with a rock!

[turntowardhades]

But what if you don't have a rock?

[hades_nerd]

Why wouldn't I have a rock?

[turntowardhades]

What if the only rock you had was one of those shiny geodes you like so much?

[hades_nerd]

Then I'd hit him in the face with the side with the pointy bits.

[turntowardhades]

You'd get blood on it.

[hades_nerd]

It'd wash off.

[turntowardhades]

You don't want to go through life being called the Rock Killer.

[hades_nerd]

Better than being called the Rock Killee.

[turntowardhades]

Kind of.