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“Can I kill him?”
”No.”
“Just a little bit?”
”No.”
”Why not?”
Cleo sighs as she buries her head in her hands.
“Why are you like this?” They wonder out loud.
“He did just turn red!” Bdubs shouts from the mine.
“Scar, stop,” Cleo scolds as he tries to make his way to the door without them noticing.
“The reason you aren’t allowed to go kill anyone yet is because one, it’s almost the end of session and two, it wouldn’t be fair to your brother who’s still yellow.”
Scar sighs, his gaze dropping to the floor before finally saying, “fine.”
“Come eat. It’s gonna get cold,” Cleo reminds him before turning to the stairs that lead down to the mine, “Bdubs! Dinners ready!”
“I am going to kill dad tomorrow though, and you can’t stop me,” Scar tells her as he slides into his seat to her left. She chuckles.
”Yes, Scar. You can kill him tomorrow,” they agree.
”Oh! Are we talkin’ ‘bout killin’ dad?” Bdubs asks enthusiastically as he pulls out the chair to her right.
”Yes!” Scar replies, smiling that crazy smile you only get from a red life.