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Timothy nodded, shooting his dad a fake-glare. He could never get mad at his dad. "What? I love my hair. It's awesome! It's a lot better than yours anyway." He grinned. This was a joke he always shared with his dad. He got up out of his chair and started towards the door. "I'm going to go and find a tracker. Genna, come with me." He beckoned her over. He understood why she'd fallen for him, he was gorgeous. (Egotistical much?) But why she'd stayed even after he'd warned her was beyond him.
Genna nodded and hopped off her chair, cheerfully following Timothy out of the room to find Elle.
"Do you have any idea where she is?" She asked him in her sweet, high soprano voice.