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Originally Posted by
Krel Ansell
It should be good aim, Daisy had grown up with two older brothers and a mother who liked to play with dragons. But she didn’t justify his comment with a response. Instead, she stamped her foot and snatched the book away from him and promptly tucked her under her arm. Astrid hiccupped and then crawled from her shoulder up into her hair peeking out at Damien from behind Daisy’s ear with big green eyes.
“That!” she said in a very loud voice and tone that she usually reserved for yelling at her two older brothers. “Is all you have to say to me!?”
He raised an eyebrow at the (slight) tantrum being thrown by a 17 year old girl, holding his hands up in a sort of surrender stance after Daisy snatched the book right out of his hands. If looks could kill. The boy glanced towards the blob that now moved, with very bright green eyes and was staring him down. They both were, as a matter of fact. The distgruntled Daisy and her -- what
was that thing anyway?!
Now -- here's the thing. Damien wasn't used to being spoken to, let alone being
yelled at. Clearly Daisy was more upset with him than he originally thought through, and the booming voice that addressed him a second later made him jump back.
Well sure that was all he could say -- she
obviously threw the book to
deliberatly hit him in the head.
"Nice aim". What was wrong with saying that??
He had to think fast.
"H--hi --?"
Nice. Real nice.