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[There's a little redhead boy, being led along by the hand of a blond girl. He's got a pair of tapped round glasses upon his nose, and he's chewing on the sleeve of his shirt with his free arm. He doesn't protest, and looks around, skittish and scared. When he's lead into a room with flying fish, his teal eyes widen, and he looks excited

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[chilichoc]

*Mel's in that grey dress she despises, but she does have her boots again, and her promise ring, and a small rosary around her neck.*

Yep! See, see, I told ya there were fishies!

*She jumps to try to catch one, awkwardly, because she doesn't want to let go of his hand.*

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[He's got his, too, but it's much too large for his tiny hands, so it's on a string around his neck instead.]

You were righ'. 'Dey're not... dan-er-ous- are 'dey? [He's only four years old, of course he's going to stumble.]

[chilichoc]

Noooo. They jus' fly around! An' I will kick their asses if they try to hurt you!

*She's not quite sure why she's so determined to protect him, but she's very fierce about it, and stamps her foot for emphasis.*

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...you sai' a bad word. [He says this very seriously, as if the most sacred law had been broken.]