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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]

What was it, huh?

[hellshaped]

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

[molotov]

Maybe he made that name up.

[hellshaped]

I think he would've picked a better name than Trevor.

[molotov]

Like what?

[hellshaped]

Like 'Hellboy,' maybe. That's a pretty good boy's name.

[molotov]

There are better ones!

[hellshaped]

Oh, yeah? Like what?

[molotov]

Ivan.

[hellshaped]

[He just laughs... she's really into that name, huh?

What a cutie.]