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Syd · 05-06-2019, 04:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Ooh, look at Little Miss Defensive! Józef completely missed the irony of his internal mocking - after all, he'd started this whole defensive thing. "Is too a shame," he couldn't help but retaliate, as though he lived for winding people up.

Which was admittedly fun. As for the whole point of a maze? Józef laughed sharply. "Don't be daft! The point of a maze is to find your way out!" Was he ready to admit that he, too, had no clue how to do this? Nope.

With a shrug, Jó set off again, checking over his shoulder to see if the girl was following him. Not that he cared, of course.

“Is not.” The boy shouldn’t argue with her. She was eleven years old. She was basically a professional at arguing. She had her hands on her hips and attitude and everything.

Plus, he was just plain wrong. And mean. “I’m not daft.” She hurried after him, her little legs working quickly to catch up to him. If he thought he was getting rid of her that easily... well, he was wrong about that too. Surprise! “So, how do you get out?” She was trying to annoy him a little more, maybe, but also she was genuinely lost and she might’ve been hoping that he could lead her out of this maze.

05-06-2019, 04:18 PM	#8 (permalink)
Syd MO Erkling Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: [GMT-7] Posts: 20,764 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Keller Ministry RPG Name: Kaden L. Fuller Minister's Office	Sardines ♥ // Nomsy, yo Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Ooh, look at Little Miss Defensive! Józef completely missed the irony of his internal mocking - after all, he'd started this whole defensive thing. "Is too a shame," he couldn't help but retaliate, as though he lived for winding people up. Which was admittedly fun. As for the whole point of a maze? Józef laughed sharply. "Don't be daft! The point of a maze is to find your way out!" Was he ready to admit that he, too, had no clue how to do this? Nope. With a shrug, Jó set off again, checking over his shoulder to see if the girl was following him. Not that he cared, of course. *“Is not.”* The boy shouldn’t argue with her. She was eleven years old. She was basically a professional at arguing. She had her hands on her hips and attitude and everything. Plus, he was just plain wrong. And mean. “I’m not daft.” She hurried after him, her little legs working quickly to catch up to him. If he thought he was getting rid of her that easily... well, he was wrong about that too. Surprise! “So, how do you get out?” She was trying to annoy him a little more, maybe, but also she was genuinely lost and she might’ve been hoping that he could lead her out of this maze.