( Can't. But then, he's a stubborn little thing and still somehow skittish, at once seemingly irritated by aspects of America's answers and fearful of her, of her physical presence.
He clutches his fox mask with both hands, as if dreading it might be peeled away. It isn't. )
Like my umbrella. Clara will know. So just ask her.
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( Can't. But then, he's a stubborn little thing and still somehow skittish, at once seemingly irritated by aspects of America's answers and fearful of her, of her physical presence.
He clutches his fox mask with both hands, as if dreading it might be peeled away. It isn't. )
Like my umbrella. Clara will know. So just ask her.