[the little snake rests, unmoving. she hopes this person won't toy around with her. she doesn't like it when people toy around with her, letting their animals poke at her and picking her up with sticks.]
[ It's way too warm for his liking, but then again most places are. When Psônen finds his third cigarette smoked down to the filter, he curses under his breath and drops it to the ground, grinding it down with the toe of his sneaker. It's only when he glances down that he notices the snake.
But still wishes she were some place else.]
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I can smell you.
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Please don't poke me with sticks or animals.
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It would be unkind...
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That is what you want?
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He grins at it. ]
Howdy.
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Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that. I promise I won't fuckin' eat ya. How's that?
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