"Trindle," he says after a moment, head cocked to the side. "I mean, think about it. No, perhaps it's babies in general, but I can't really know for certain, after all. I just have Trindle and there's just me and I'm not exactly the average person."
"Still," he insists, though he doesn't move. "Though that isn't what's odd. I mean... she's green. And small. She smells on occasion and there's feeding and diapers and such. She's a lot of trouble for someone who just sits and stares at you, after all."
He sits up, reaching a hand to run along the soft hair against her scalp. She seems pleased by this, but doesn't respond other then to let her eyes lull shut for a moment. She was due to sleep soon enough, after all.
He pulls back and looks at Trism.
"Also, she usually bites me. But then, oddly enough..."
He looks at Trism and then at Trindle.
"I think I'd die for her. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I would. It's odd."
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He finally looks down at Trism.
"Isn't she heavy?"
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He sits up, reaching a hand to run along the soft hair against her scalp. She seems pleased by this, but doesn't respond other then to let her eyes lull shut for a moment. She was due to sleep soon enough, after all.
He pulls back and looks at Trism.
"Also, she usually bites me. But then, oddly enough..."
He looks at Trism and then at Trindle.
"I think I'd die for her. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I would. It's odd."
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