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[orb_weaving]

[Wandering by herself? Why yes she is... Small child, coming through up in here.]

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You sure you should be out here on your own?

[orb_weaving]

[She stares at him impatiently before she replies,]

Hush. No one asks it to speak.

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[He just grins a bit, should maybe be insulted by the use of 'it', but she's only a kid.]

Story of my life, cher.

[orb_weaving]

[He should absolutely be insulted.]

It continues! And what is this cher? Arequipa is not cher.

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[He drops down to a crouch in front of her, really finding her manner more amusing than anything.]

Been around a damn long time, and no one's shut me up yet. You ain't gonna be the first, Arequipa.

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[She pokes a finger at his big golem nose.]

Take its tongue. Silver scissors, problem is solved.

[Threatening him with huffily puffed out cheeks.]

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Yeah? They tried to take my eyes, and I'm still seein'.

[orb_weaving]

Only with birdy magicks to make it good again, I can tell.

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[A little witchling brat who insists on calling him 'it', he's starting to sense something familiar here.]

Well, that's real smart of you.

[orb_weaving]

Yes, very smart.

[She beams at him. She is a smart little thing, Arabia tells her so in between bouts of spoiling her rotten.]

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And who says birdy magicks wouldn't fix my tongue, huh?

[orb_weaving]

[She gives him a withering look.]

I would keep it, in a jar.

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[Well, that's a little macabre, for a little girl.]

I'd get a new one.

[orb_weaving]

From where, handicraft?

[She is not fooled by you, Mister.]

[burntoobright]

Keep thinkin' of us as handicrafts, cher, and you'll never learn secrets like that.