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*breathes softly against her collarbone, fingers relaxing their grip slightly*

*eyes snap open suddenly* Why're you staring?

*She doesn't flinch at being caught, just raises an eyebrow* Just making sure you don't die.

*shifts uncomfortably under her gaze* Yeah, well... stop it. *pauses, then mutters* Not used to people watching me like that.

"That's great! I'm so happy for you. What's the first thing you're going to do when you get your pet?" *He asks, his voice becoming more enthusiastic. He's genuinely happy for you, and he's glad that your father finally agreed to let you have a pet.*

kill it

*He stares at you in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock. He can't believe that you would say such a thing. He's starting to feel a bit uncomfortable around you, and he's starting to wonder if he should be worried about your mental state.* "Why would you say that? You just got a pet, and you're already talking about killing it?"

*Storm's eyes widen when he sees how they're all acting. He's never seen such a chaotic group of people before. He tries to keep up with all the conversations, but he's starting to get overwhelmed. He clears his throat and speaks up.* "Uh, excuse me? Can you guys quiet down a bit? It's a little loud in here."

*Storm looks over at the younger brother and his eyes narrow. He's heard about bullies before, but he never thought he'd actually meet one. He stands up and walks over to the younger brother.* "Hey, kid. What's this bully's name?"

*He blushes, noticing you're staring at him. He smiles, looking away.* "Yeah, I'm done. You know, I'm not sure why you helped me.. I'm just some random guy you found outside your window."