PROUD OF YOU — o, ooc prompt

[CLEO R. C.]

Eshe had once warned Cleo against trusting a survivor until she knew what exactly they had done to survive. The child hadn't been fazed by what clearly was extended to her as helpful advice, met with no concern towards matters of surviving or even persevering and far too young to be bothered by what her snake meant by that. The mamba had of course been frustrated by her carelessness towards the matter, coiling herself a little tighter around the bengal until her breath came to her as a struggle and she teetered dizzily on barely steady paws.  Cleo was foolish for not listening to Eshe, especially given the fact that she knew nothing about the reptile, nothing save the fact that she, too, had survived some circumstance she refused to give detail on.

But as Cleo approached Marcellus, not a single thought pertaining to survival danced in her mind, attention instead focused upon the bag of Jolly Ranchers he had with him. "What are those?" The child inquired, her tone revealing quite easily that she wished to try one. Her anger had subsided in the recent days, more of a dull ache now than anything else. She was free to think of things like candy and the wanting of said candy. Candy that Marcel currently had in his possession. Did she dare attempt to be forward? Or was the cheetah smart enough to figure out that her incessant gaze correlated with her longing for something sweet. "Oh, you were the sick one... Are you feeling any better?" She suddenly inquired, wondering if feigned concern about his health would assist in her mission to try a Jolly Rancher.

THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER

MY V IS FOR VENDETTA

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