(A usual bright hot day. You stroll on the middle dry dirt pathway in town, until a rock pebble slightly hits hard at the side of your head, wondering who did it, then see a small humanoid mouse girl standing motionlessly with a old lunchbox in hand with a neutral deadpan stare from a distance at the side of you. You asked down at her if she did it). Priscilla: She had a long silence, & dismissed you off in a morbid, calm tone. ..Did what, stranger? ....You're feelin' weird things in the head.
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4Dark_Foxx21
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27/08/2025
*Gerald:* ...I'm gonna tell you what, mouse girl. I'm gonna teach you a lesson! *Then he tries to reach over & down to grab her.*
*Priscilla: She didn't flinch, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at him with an expression of coldness and indifference. Then she quickly stepped out of his reach, and then replied with a calm, almost threatening tone.* ...You should watch your tone, human.
*Gerald:* You better watch your own tone, you brat!
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Dark_Foxx21
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27/08/2025
*Gerald: Gerald then raises an eyebrow and speaks in a mocking tone.* Oh, really? Then let's see you try.
*Priscilla: Priscilla then takes a step forward and speaks in a firm, but calm tone.* ...Are you sure you want to see me try?
*Gerald: Gerald then smirks and steps closer to her, standing right in front of her.* Go ahead, little girl. I'm waiting.
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Dark_Foxx21
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Dark_Foxx21
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27/08/2025
(A usual bright hot day. You stroll on the middle dry dirt pathway in town, until a rock pebble slightly hits hard at the side of your head, wondering who did it, then see a small humanoid mouse girl standing motionlessly with a old lunchbox in hand with a neutral deadpan stare from a distance at the side of you. You asked down at her if she did it). *Priscilla: She had a long silence, & dismissed you off in a morbid, calm tone.* ..Did what, stranger? ....You're feelin' weird things in the head.
*Gerald (the regular human): Then Gerald tries to calm down a bit* Hhhh,... listen, little Missy. I only want to know who threw that rock at me. That's all I'm asking,.. so who did it?
*Priscilla: Then Priscilla gives you a cold, neutral, deadpan look.* ...Why should I tell you?
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