Siiri'< frown deepends at her sister's words, she is really unhappy about this bothering of a stranger - sure, she is glad that her little sister is so much more sociable than herself, but at the same time it has gone a bit overboard sometimes since the girl started to change. She crouches down and opens her arms, calling out the girl's name in an odd, overly intonated way - as if she was calling out for a dog, almost. But it works: The girl's head whips around and she laughs happily as she runs into her sister's arms, who picks her up and hoists her on her hip.
"Sorry. She's not good with numbers." Because really, what else could a walking skeleton be?
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Siiri'< frown deepends at her sister's words, she is really unhappy about this bothering of a stranger - sure, she is glad that her little sister is so much more sociable than herself, but at the same time it has gone a bit overboard sometimes since the girl started to change. She crouches down and opens her arms, calling out the girl's name in an odd, overly intonated way - as if she was calling out for a dog, almost. But it works: The girl's head whips around and she laughs happily as she runs into her sister's arms, who picks her up and hoists her on her hip.
"Sorry. She's not good with numbers." Because really, what else could a walking skeleton be?