Dylan walks up to the hole in his wall. "Fleur?," he is still freaked out by the situation, but he can't leave his little sister like this. Who knows what she plans to do after she's done playing with his bedroom furniture. Fleur is busy pulling the duvet from his bed and putting the pillows on a separate pile. "Uh huh..," she didn't even look at him and kept playing. It surprised him she could hear him.
"Fleur, where did you put the gun?," the giant girl looks away from her 'toy' and frowns. She probably didn't understand. "Where did you put the thingy that made you big?," though he would correct her in any other situation, now seem like a good time to argue over language. She didn't answer right away, but then says ; "I put it in a special place"
"What do you mean special place?," he has no clue what she's talking about. "It's a secret," the girl's cheeks turned red. Dylan didn't like where this was going, but he didn't have much choice. "Please Fleur, I won't tell." The girl leans forward a bit. He took a step back, still a bit frightened of her. "Pinky promise?"
"P-Pinky promise," he put out his hand. Fleur smiles and reaches her hand towards him. At first he thought she would just pick him up, but she held out her pinky finger and touched his hand with it. It felt surreal, but exciting at the same time. How could something so big also be so gentle. "C-can you show me the special place now?," Dylan swallows and fears the worst. Fleur giggles and points her finger at...
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