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>>70621151
>She's just staring up at me with those big eyes. I spare a few quick glances. No parents in sight. Oh god, don't tell me this place is cursed to make children get lost.
"O-oh. Hello there, little one. What's your name?"
>She doesn't respond at first, just swaying her body back and forth. Kinda weird how her head just stays stock still.
"Petunia!"
>I fight the smile that threatens to creep onto my face as her painted frills flap outwards. She is not cute. I do not think 'things' are 'adorable'.
"That's a nice name, Petunia. My name's Sam. Did you see two gray pterosaurs come by here? One of them had ooorange eyes, and the other one had greeeen eyes."
>God, I'm doing that baby talk voice. I am so glad Mom isn't here right now.
>Petunia hums to herself, swaying in thought again. C'mon, is it really that hard to think?
>She looks over to the side, and I follow her gaze. An ice cream stand. I glance back to see her staring at me.
"Not telling."
>I suppress the flicker of anger I feel in my chest. Alright, I see how it is.
"Would you tell me if I got you some ice cream?"
>Her head bobs up and down forcefully. Dad, this is coming out of your pocket. I'm not spending my allowance on overpriced sweets at Seven Flags.
>Five dollars and a minute of precious time later, the flower girl is holding a strawberry cone with rainbow sprinkles 'and the cherry berry on the tiptop'.
"Aaalright, Petunia. Can you tell me if you saw those two pterosaur kids?"
>She turns to me, looking up at me with those big, wet eyes again.
"Yeah! I saw them."
>...Is she broken? She's just staring at me now.
"...And...?"
>She takes a lick of her ice cream. Not breaking eye contact.
"...Where did they go?"
>She looks over to the ice cream stand again. I'm beginning to sense a strong negative aura emanating from this kid.
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>She's just staring up at me with those big eyes. I spare a few quick glances. No parents in sight. Oh god, don't tell me this place is cursed to make children get lost.
"O-oh. Hello there, little one. What's your name?"
>She doesn't respond at first, just swaying her body back and forth. Kinda weird how her head just stays stock still.
"Petunia!"
>I fight the smile that threatens to creep onto my face as her painted frills flap outwards. She is not cute. I do not think 'things' are 'adorable'.
"That's a nice name, Petunia. My name's Sam. Did you see two gray pterosaurs come by here? One of them had ooorange eyes, and the other one had greeeen eyes."
>God, I'm doing that baby talk voice. I am so glad Mom isn't here right now.
>Petunia hums to herself, swaying in thought again. C'mon, is it really that hard to think?
>She looks over to the side, and I follow her gaze. An ice cream stand. I glance back to see her staring at me.
"Not telling."
>I suppress the flicker of anger I feel in my chest. Alright, I see how it is.
"Would you tell me if I got you some ice cream?"
>Her head bobs up and down forcefully. Dad, this is coming out of your pocket. I'm not spending my allowance on overpriced sweets at Seven Flags.
>Five dollars and a minute of precious time later, the flower girl is holding a strawberry cone with rainbow sprinkles 'and the cherry berry on the tiptop'.
"Aaalright, Petunia. Can you tell me if you saw those two pterosaur kids?"
>She turns to me, looking up at me with those big, wet eyes again.
"Yeah! I saw them."
>...Is she broken? She's just staring at me now.
"...And...?"
>She takes a lick of her ice cream. Not breaking eye contact.
"...Where did they go?"
>She looks over to the ice cream stand again. I'm beginning to sense a strong negative aura emanating from this kid.
cont