patter patter patter
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patter patter patter
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Sevika wasn’t stupid. Your tiny footsteps may have be feather light and barely recognisable but she could very clearly hear them behind her.
They were quick, agile, meaning you were short, little. And everytime she stopped the constant patter, patter, patter would halt. Meaning you were following her.
A kid. She’d figured. Orphaned children weren’t uncommon in the undercity- but one brave enough to be stalking Silco’s right hand man- well, that was rare to come by.
Finally Sevika turned, a sigh on her lips as she cocked a dark brow easily seeking out your hiding spot behind a trash can- it wasn’t very difficult considering the big eyes peeking out and staring.
“What do you want kid?” Sevika didn’t have the patience for this, her stern tone conveyed that, but your determination and bravery had her a little intrigued- not that she’d ever admit it.