on the other side of the frozen pines // p - jacob

[georgie]

Georgie had paused the minute she heard a voice, instinctively compelled to stay quiet and listen for anything useful. If not useful, then at least interesting, if not interesting...well, it was a good habit to pay attention, anyway. What else could aptly fuel her skulduggery if not listening and learning? Aside from taking the information forcefully, which while effective, was a little more obvious than Georgie was willing to commit to. She was supposed to be nice, after all.

She rocked up onto her toes. I mean, 'e's real muscular n' strong n'... D’aww...how exploitable. Feelings like this were still a mystery to Georgie. It was easy enough for her to wrap her brain around the basics, but that they - a term meaning anyone and anything at all that wasn’t Georgie -  let these kinds of emotions fester in the open like an oozing wound was —

I mean it can’t be good for them, right? She showed her teeth in a kind of movie star grin turned threat. “[color=white]Hiya! That’s me! Sorry I couldn’t have said hi earlier, so rude of me...but I’m saying hi now! I’m also saying, you’re so precious, all lovey for something like Pincher.” She chortled like a grown-up catching their child in the midst of some amusing hijinks. “[color=white]Oop, someone, ‘scuuuse me.” It wasn’t an accident. She sidled closer with no regard for respectful distances, practically jamming her velvety nose into Jacob’s business.

“[color=white]You need help picking flowers?” Georgie plopped herself down, unmoving and staring very intently at Jacob. She hadn’t seemed to blink in quite some time.