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You can't be zipping around all nimbly-bimbly and scaring the shit out of people,”
I’m being such a shit right now. But I’m also not ready to not be a shit.
“Why are you laughing like an evil genius?” Bram asked. Oh shit. “What? I wasn't…”
He was my grumpy buttlord, and I loved smothering him with sunshine and smiles.
“What is with you people and attacking my motherfucking chest raisins? They're a gift from the gods of manly perfection, and I'm starting to think there's jealousy afoot!”
Was it strange that I'd developed a bond with a French mouse, who was strangely similar to the actual Napoleon Bonaparte? Yes. Did I give a fuck? Nope. He was cool as shit,
“I heard you scream—are you hurt, Cub?” “What? No. I didn't scream,” she replied, looking over at the other guys. “Ahem…” Faris cleared his throat and raised his hand slowly. “That was me.”
We'll have to move quicker and with more care. Now that he's onto us, he'll be watching,’ Napoleon explained, a hint of excitement in his voice. The mouse was an adrenaline junkie.
Gods, I'm a sappy little psycho lately. What are these people doing to me?
“Well holy fuck, he speaks,” I said in mock surprise. “What's with the exorcist moves and being a stage ten certified creep?” A low snarl filled the air. “For fuck's sake, man. Use. Your. Words.”
What the future holds remains to be seen. The destination can't be changed, though the path to that point depends on choices that are made.’
‘Okay, that took a violent turn which I should've really been expecting…’
“Whew. Your girl is really not into moving swiftly from one place to another,” I panted as I fanned my face. “You mean running?” Faris asked. “Don't say that word in my house,” I replied with a shudder, and he laughed.
