“Is that thing still alive?” She slurred, catching herself on the door frame. “Should have put it out for the dogs by now.”
Niko didn’t look up much, just kept writing with his mouth shut and one eye on the makeshift crib he’d set up. Cal’d already shown a knack for getting out of safe places and into dangerous ones, and he was determined
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Well done. And very creepy. But well done.
"Babies’ skulls didn’t harden until they were, what, five? He didn’t remember what the books had said." <-- My personal favorite in this one.
Also, doing math and reading books at 6, wow Nik. The fic is well written and consistent with Thurman-verse, but it also does highlight the less realistic elements of it. ... pucks, vampires and werewolves. Auphe. Who am I kidding. XD
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--XD True this, I just kind of...merrily ignore those little inaccuracies and move along my happy way. This probably makes me a bad reader, somehow, but I enjoy them too much to make noise over thingsuch. Soo you know.
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