[Caught again. Maya's no ninja. Her steps slow as she approaches, and she screws up her lips into a pout when she hears him speak. Stupid tall boy, hair and clothes all beautiful and dark, always teasing her. But his grumpy teases didn't sting as much as Morgan's mouth, weren't bitter enough to drive Maya away.]
Isn't it past your time, grandpa?
[She throws back. If he was so determined to rub in his being older (and looking it, as if it was her fault she still had a baby face, that no one in the city would ever take her for a teenage) then she'd rub it in, too.
And maybe, from her position behind him, she'd stare at the edges of his silhouette where the light hits. Maybe.]
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Isn't it past your time, grandpa?
[She throws back. If he was so determined to rub in his being older (and looking it, as if it was her fault she still had a baby face, that no one in the city would ever take her for a teenage) then she'd rub it in, too.
And maybe, from her position behind him, she'd stare at the edges of his silhouette where the light hits. Maybe.]