She almost laughed, almost. Instead a wicked grin forms on her lips. Before the fear of her arms from others made her feel bad about them. Made her want to hide. Now she simply found it amusing and felt no need to apologize for what she is.
"I do believe it is. An' now that I got you, whate'er will I do wi' you?" She leaned in a bit and made sure she had a good grip on him.
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"I do believe it is. An' now that I got you, whate'er will I do wi' you?" She leaned in a bit and made sure she had a good grip on him.