Spinning the knife in his hand Zalin flashes a sinister smirk. "I wonder for such a sweet girl, how would you handle having my name delicately carved into your back for all the others aching to see it."
Caeliri paused mid-twist as she assembled a full crown of flowers to drop on his head, ears perking forward at his words. “Ah—” the ever present flush on her cheeks started to burn scarlet as it oozed over the rest of her face, until everything from the tips of her ears to the delicate point of her chin was a mask of blaring red.
She giggled, a janky, off-kilter sound that was unlike her usual lilting laugh as she stood. “Don’t be silly.” Caeliri plopped the crown of flowers on his head, backpedaling away from him. “You wouldn’t even be able to look at me naked, let alone mark me up! You’re all talk, Grumpy Pants!”
- 13 year old: I'm so old and cool!! I'm gonna be able to do so much in 3 years when I'm 16! Look how old and cool I am!! I'm not a child!! I can do everything on my own!
- 17 year old: I am very much a child and I am very scared about what my life is gonna be in the next few years someone please make me grilled cheese and tomato soup so i can sob into it