 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe didn't actually care about dueling at all. A part of her-- the part that was her father's voice in her ear-- didn't really see the point of violence anyway. It was too much work. Threats were just, if not more, effective than actually dueling. It was archaic. Just use your words, people.
But, um, well, Hirsch was holding these meetings. And the twelve year old couldn't decide whether she wanted to be everywhere he was or as far away from him as possible. Crushes were really confusing and she hated them.
Not that face, though, never that face. Hirsch's face was.....well....hello.
She couldn't pluck up the courage to say hello to him so instead she just stared at him like he was the MOST DISGUSTING person on the planet and flopped on a cushion as far away from him as possible. Could he stop? He made her feel funny.
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