"Oh! Of Course," the man nodded sagely before moving past me, his arms getting ready to scoop up my sister. "Shall I-"
"Absolutely not."
Moving between my sister and his grasp, I felt my sister stir as he instinctively snuggled up to my chest. It was cute and comforting.
Taking a glance back to the Primzahl, he shrugged as I led the way back into the house. I guess he was serious about this sales pitch of his, and I hadn't even gotten his real name yet.
"What's your name, Sir?"
"It's Grigori, Sir Rouge," the newly-named Primzahl chuckled as we entered the house. "You'd do well to remember that as your mother did before I pounded her into the dirt."
Oookay.... That did not sound right to me at all.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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