[ thalia shrugs both her shoulders. who wouldn't want a three-headed dog? the popcicle begins trickling over her skin, dripping down her pinky to the heel of her hand. opening her mouth, she licks it off easily with the side of her tongue. ]
Who sent you to this house, specifically? [ she presses, she always has to press. even if her initial instinct is to make him go away so she doesn't have to think about him ever again, something in her says to stall, to linger as if nothing has happened. ]
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[ thalia shrugs both her shoulders. who wouldn't want a three-headed dog? the popcicle begins trickling over her skin, dripping down her pinky to the heel of her hand. opening her mouth, she licks it off easily with the side of her tongue. ]
Who sent you to this house, specifically? [ she presses, she always has to press. even if her initial instinct is to make him go away so she doesn't have to think about him ever again, something in her says to stall, to linger as if nothing has happened. ]
Not a lot of people know about this place.