Slowly, inch my inch, their head turns to regard her. Who is she talking to? There aren't any other kids here, or even pigeons she'd need to kneel to address.
Their lips part in surprise. Is...is she talking to them?
A hand reaches to press against the glass, and their face crumples. No, no, she can't be. Nobody ever talks to them. They don't exist, you know.
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Date: 2016-03-17 06:27 pm (UTC)Their lips part in surprise. Is...is she talking to them?
A hand reaches to press against the glass, and their face crumples. No, no, she can't be. Nobody ever talks to them. They don't exist, you know.