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"Rafah is now a city of children, who have nowhere safe to go in Gaza."

My longest request ever... you should go get a get a snack.

Allow me to set the scene:

1000 years have passed. The Cult of The Lamb has long since blossomed into a full religion, and with it, society and technology skyrocketed with it. (Think early 1910's-1920's in how advanced tech is) A metropolitan city where The Lambs influence is absolute.

While most of the world rose up, some details faded into obscurity. The 4 Bishops, the Mystic Stranger, and the traditions of the Old Faith, many innocuous details faded from people's minds and into the dusty books of long forgotten historical facts, and some even became more akin to myth than fact.

Among these many facts that faded away into knowledge only treasured by historians and book lovers, was one important thing that somehow managed to slip between the cracks:

Narinder. His rescue by The Lamb. His immortality. His ever eternal watch over the people as time passed.

Forgotten by the common folk, remembered by few, and those who remembered pushed this fact into the realm of myth and legend.

Narinder has watched the world forget him, and grow far more than he could have ever imagined. And he was used to not being recognized anymore.

He never expected his name to be called aloud ever again.

Until you came along.

You (Reader) are a historian of the earliest years of the Lambs Influence, researching the beginning, the before, and the waaaaay before too. And you finding someone who not only was half the reason your city was possible, but to find them ALIVE?

It's historians dream come true!

(TLDR)

1000 years after Narinders fall from grace and integration into the cult, everyone forgets that he lived, and is immortal and still alive. A historian (reader) of the Earliest Days find him, and goes fangirling mode, barrageing him with questions and not leaving him alone. And Narinder isn't haveing (most) of it. He probably likes the attention more than he let's on...

𝐈. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 /𝐩

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?"

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. "𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?" 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. "𝐇𝐦." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫?" 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚... 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. "..𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

"𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰, "𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚.. 𝐮𝐡. 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞.

"𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨," 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞.

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me getting five notes from my regular mutuals on any given post

Unpopular, but can you do a Luna x reader? Or Bellatrix?

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡!

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (?)

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

Bellatrix loves you so much, but has the most deranged way of showing it.

While she thinks its normal, you really.. don't.

Like some sort of cat, she'll walk to you with a dead rat in between her teeth and yank your hands towards her (in a kind way, of course,) and bring her mouth to your outstretched hands to gently place the dead rat there

I personally headcanon that she makes her own clothing.

So I believe she will make your clothing for you. Even if its lively, colourful, revealing, or covering up every inch of your body, she'll make it for you!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐎-𝐎𝐡! 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛!" 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

Now, Luna may be a bit odd, but she loves you all the same.

She tends to pull you into random hugs, and won't say anything

She'll pull you into a hug, stand there for just a moment, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and walking to class.

She spends a lot of time reading atop of tree branches.

You find her there most often.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. '𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧', 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐨-𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, "𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫' 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐍𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞. "𝐎𝐡! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, "𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.