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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
More child invaders. His nose twisted at the scent but he followed it because perhaps a part of him enjoyed being argumentative and inflammatory.
But there was only one child this time, and instead of paint on the trees, it was water, soap, and pieces of rubber. Her scent was not at all Typhoon-ish and the black kitten once again had to swallow his bile as he tried to adjust once more to a foreign scent. He trotted his way up to stand by his brother, enjoying the advantage of height that he had over Atticus.
As he curled his chin inward to keep his stomach contents inside, Ivan copied his brother and glanced at Feza rather incredulously, wondering how she could make light of the situation, or completely misunderstand it because Ivan saw this as a blatant mark of disrespect. "You're not the first to try to do some ... redecorating around here, you know. It's not special." Ivan huffed. What will it be next week? Another baby animal throwing things on their trees ... Ivan would have liked to pursue revenge, but he was too comfortable here to leave.
But there was only one child this time, and instead of paint on the trees, it was water, soap, and pieces of rubber. Her scent was not at all Typhoon-ish and the black kitten once again had to swallow his bile as he tried to adjust once more to a foreign scent. He trotted his way up to stand by his brother, enjoying the advantage of height that he had over Atticus.
As he curled his chin inward to keep his stomach contents inside, Ivan copied his brother and glanced at Feza rather incredulously, wondering how she could make light of the situation, or completely misunderstand it because Ivan saw this as a blatant mark of disrespect. "You're not the first to try to do some ... redecorating around here, you know. It's not special." Ivan huffed. What will it be next week? Another baby animal throwing things on their trees ... Ivan would have liked to pursue revenge, but he was too comfortable here to leave.