[It feels tender, gentle even as they're brought close together. Caren't carrier, once forgotten, hisses softly, displeased with the course of events. But he does not strike.
Because Caren, staring into those deadly blood red eyes, does nothing.]
Where do all children come from? There, I suppose.
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Because Caren, staring into those deadly blood red eyes, does nothing.]
Where do all children come from? There, I suppose.