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...................... Cooties. Someone mentioned cooties.
DON'T. LAUGH, WHITTY.
Grayson closed his eyes and let the answer sink in, all the while trying to bite back the laugh that was building up inside of him. It sounded ridiculous to HIM, someone who thought kisses were cool and was all up for a good smooching. Maybe the girl was a bit young and whatnot so he wasn't judging, for once. Was this progress? Eh.
But she was right. Kisses sure were dangerous if given by the right person. Wink.
ANYWAYS. Question about classification? And not the ones that said how dangerous a creature was? Okay. Once he had wrapped his head around that and actually managed to come up with a good enough answer, Grayson raised his hand in the air. "Wasn't there some sort of big fight among creatures about what classification they should be?" he started, "Like the Merpeople. THEY would have been classified as Beings but they didn't want to share the status with Hags. Probably 'cause they didn't like them." Nobody did. "So Merpeople are classified as Beasts."
Fights and drama were the only things he cared enough about to remember. Obviously.
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