Midnight, the Half-Wolf
I grab her hand to make her get up, "And I promise that when you send me that video we agreed on... I'll send you something, too."
"Okay," she agrees, almost immediately and starts to cooperate. We walk out carefully because I don't want to confront my brother and once we're safe, we walk to Owl's chatting quietly. Midnight is talking more than usual and about things I honestly don't understand, "... so, according to Federico Quintanilla, the molecular follicle that we all discard every hour for dead cells is exactly what makes the stratosphere slowly deteriorating, but this has been going on since 1939 when world..."
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