In fact, she doesnโt think she grabbed them all.
She actually is rooting through the cupboards searching for the last he stuffed on the highest shelf, conveniently away from her reach without a step ladder.
She is currently dragging an industrial-size box full of Wheatieโs out onto the street, propping up a sign that says โFREEโ next to them.
She canโt take it anymore.
But he knew better than to just try to play this off, he knew from her tone, the way she looked at him.
"Someone tries new weapons, hybrids. Mixture of bear and lion, but bigger."
He knew that look, that tone, the way he got hurt again . . . She was on the edge between worry and going out to unleash wrath to whoever did this.
"Malyshka, please, everything is alright yesโ"
He hissed from the sharp pain, blood seeping down his side.
"Only scratch!"
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Appearing from the shadows like an apparition, ( that ) look from long ago etched into her face like a statue.
Her eyes are bright with unspoken fury.
Monotone, her request is simple:
โWhat has done this to you?โ
your mother did not give me these scratches, even though it does happen, this was fight against huge animal, some experiment from guy who wanted to create hybrids.
red guardian handled it!
I do not hiss like boiling kettle! This must be this american fake news everyone is talking about!
It is totally only little scrape with about maybe โ some blood