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‘ oh .. o-okay. ’  frigid fingers intertwine easily with his own, clinging on for dear life as they meander their way through all sorts of shrubbery.  it’s COMFORTING, even the smallest of contact warms her up.  makes her feel safe,  &&  wanted.  even feels special she’s the only he’s ever shown his bunnies to.

she follows closely behind him, using michael’s lanky build as a shield against the plant life surrounding them, the one’s she couldn’t avoid were prickly against her milky skin.  ‘ mn  .. .  y-you got lots of p-pets ? ’  she’s not sure how else to ask         naively CONFUSED  &&  a little bewildered she’ll just mumly comply, not quite sure what to make of his tales, just glad she gets to see the furry creatures.

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pale boy leads her through the untrimmed forest, jumps over branches and pushes past leaves. there is no trail to where he’s taking her, no ways to public access unless you shove your way through the crowds of shrubbery. michael knows it like the back of his hand, could recite the entire area. every brook, every fallen tree, he remembered it all.

PETS. the word for him is unfamiliar, though he makes the assumption she’s using it to describe his bunnies. “ i take all the ones i find and keep ‘em. some still have soft bits, ill let you touch em if you want! “ sounds excited, features lift into a grin. they’re getting close.

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