Artemis sunk down in his chair trying to avoid the hair ruffle, to no avail. It was rather comical, though, to see him hunched into his overshirt's collar, looking rather like an irate hedgehog. Why the head? Why was it always a pat on the head?
"Good luck," Artemis called, grumbling a little to himself. No time to be grumpy, though. He had trees to investigate.
The boy left the restaurant and, hugging his overshirt closer (July his arse...) he walked towards the park--not too thrilled to be returning to the place where he'd had the life beaten out of him a week ago.
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"Good luck," Artemis called, grumbling a little to himself. No time to be grumpy, though. He had trees to investigate.
The boy left the restaurant and, hugging his overshirt closer (July his arse...) he walked towards the park--not too thrilled to be returning to the place where he'd had the life beaten out of him a week ago.
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