Gabriel folded his arms, muttering to himself,
"I'm getting the hang of it,"
Yan pets Gabriel on the head, rubbing it back and forth vigorously.
"Sure you are buddy, love the confidence!"
"I hate you-" Gabriel muttered,
"I hate you more~"
Miya walks across through the fields, her hands behind her back and her movements playful and endearing.
She smiled softly as she walked by the tall grass, the scent of the dew drops flooding her nose each time she pushed a blade of grass by.
As she walked she heard the sounds of footsteps behind her, causing her to stop dead in her tracks and look around, the feeling of fear and anxiety setting in for her instead.
"H-hello?" She muttered, stepping backward trying to see where the noise was coming from, but it was dead silent.
"Sure you are a dummy." Yan pets his head, rubbing it back and forth.
"I hate you-"
"I hate you more-"