[ the two kids exchange terrified looks, sizing up miles' intimidating frame, and deciding it's clearly time to am-scray. they jump off the swings and one of them jerks his thumb at the younger kid.
"We were just gonna let him have a turn." with that, he takes off running towards the slide. the other kid back-pedals, casting a nervous glance at his fleeing friend, and then pleads "Please don't tell my Mom, mister" and then follows.
the little ginger stares after them, but keeps a nervous distance from the swings, eyeing up the two of them. jaina gives miles an amused look, before pointing to the swing. ]
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"We were just gonna let him have a turn." with that, he takes off running towards the slide. the other kid back-pedals, casting a nervous glance at his fleeing friend, and then pleads "Please don't tell my Mom, mister" and then follows.
the little ginger stares after them, but keeps a nervous distance from the swings, eyeing up the two of them. jaina gives miles an amused look, before pointing to the swing. ]
It's all yours, kid.