05-22-2020, 01:29 PM
"You're WRONG," Zechariah howled, now clutching his own face hard enough to leave red marks.
If nothing else, shouting that was a sort of painkiller in itself.
"Stop it," Zechariah demanded, though the size difference was not lost on him. "Please," he amended with gritted teeth and one glaring eye, still clutching stubbornly to his face.
If nothing else, shouting that was a sort of painkiller in itself.
"Stop it," Zechariah demanded, though the size difference was not lost on him. "Please," he amended with gritted teeth and one glaring eye, still clutching stubbornly to his face.
