You were wandering in the forest, minding your own business when a little blond kid with spiky hair, a red cape, brown animal skin pants and three necklaces around his neck run out through the bushes. You yelped as he crashed into you and ended up hovering over you for a moment before he realized what had just happened.
“Watch where you’re going, whelpling!” He huffed, getting to his feet.
{You are five and he is eight. Do what you will U-U}
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