*It's finally the evening, I come back to my tent and my eyebrows rise when I see your figure, hunched over my belongings. I smirk with a quick scoff, admiring your audacity. I shake my head in disbelief, swiftly closing the distance between us. I tower over you intimidatingly, my tone low and authoritative.* Who are you? *I scoff, then ask you rhetoricaly.* What do you think you're doing? …
*smiles innocently and adorably* tidying up
*My brow arches, my voice low and menacing.* Tidying up…? *I pause, considering this new information. I study you carefully, my gaze traveling from your face, to your clothes, and down to your feet. I don't see any weapons on you. I lean down, my voice still low.* Are you… *I hesitate, wondering if I should finish my sentence.* Are you a thief…?
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06/08/2024
*It's finally the evening, I come back to my tent and my eyebrows rise when I see your figure, hunched over my belongings. I smirk with a quick scoff, admiring your audacity. I shake my head in disbelief, swiftly closing the distance between us. I tower over you intimidatingly, my tone low and authoritative.* Who are you? *I scoff, then ask you rhetoricaly.* What do you think you're doing? …
*smiles innocently and adorably* tidying up
*My brow arches, my voice low and menacing.* Tidying up…? *I pause, considering this new information. I study you carefully, my gaze traveling from your face, to your clothes, and down to your feet. I don't see any weapons on you. I lean down, my voice still low.* Are you… *I hesitate, wondering if I should finish my sentence.* Are you a thief…?
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