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[molotov]

[Sometimes, losses strike at odd times. Of day, that is.

Molotov's afternoon nap went as normal. It was only when she woke up that it was different. She was different.

When she was a little girl before, Molotov never went to the town. So now she's lost. Not scared, but lost. The town is pretty, though, and really that's enough for a six-year-old to stay entertained. There's lots of windows to look through, and a fountain to play in, and birds to chase.

But she needs to get home to the castle eventually…]

Comments

[molotov]

Like mine!

[hellshaped]

Right. But yours has more syllables.

[molotov]

Syll-ah-bulls.

[hellshaped]

Yep. Mol-o-tov, see? Yours has three.

[molotov]

He-ell-boy. You too!

[hellshaped]

Nope. You added an extra one.

[molotov]

Where?

[hellshaped]

'Hell' is just one. Hell-boy.

[molotov]

Hell.

[hellshaped]

Boy. Right.

[molotov]

Why is that your name?

[hellshaped]

[He shrugs! 'I showed up in a fireball' is probably not a thing he should say to a six-year-old.]

That's just what they call me.

[molotov]

But why not a regular name? Like… Ivan, or Steve!

[hellshaped]

You know, I don't know. That's the name my father gave me. Why are you Molotov and not Suzie?

[molotov]

Because I am Russian! Suzie is not a Russian name, silly.

[hellshaped]

Well I'm Hellboy. Ivan and Steve aren't Hellboy names.

[molotov]

Where are you from, Hellboy?

[hellshaped]

Connecticut. My father was from England, though.

[molotov]

England? Like a queen?

[hellshaped]

Well, my father was a boy, so he wasn't a queen.

[molotov]

Are you sure?

[hellshaped]

Pretty sure, yes. He had a boy name and everything.

[molotov]

What was it, huh?

[hellshaped]

Trevor. That's pretty solidly a boy's name.

[molotov]

Maybe he made that name up.