"No one would talk to me." Brutus pointed out as he looked down at her. Why was she touching his arm? Was that some kind of a girl thing? He wasn't sure, but it was kind of weird.
"I tried to talk to one girl and she ran and hide and another one started crying." Brutus ran a hand over his mohawk. "So I figured I'd just wait. There's chicken tonight. I already asked the elves."
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