[His lips press into a frown, but he whimpers quietly before taking up step behind, keeping a couple feet away with his eyes to the ground like a kicked puppy. The older boy frightened him in the same way Mary often did - he was confident and kind of mean. It made Gailardia keep his hands rung in the edges of his tunic, struggling not to cry again.
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If only Van were here...]
...um... um, s-so, what's your name?