1/24/2026, 12:30 AM
Trygve wrinkled his nose into an arrogant sneer. "I'm not most people." And he was swift to remind those around him of this - it was spoken with the kind of invincible air fitting one of his age and self-reliance, but the intent of its voicing was a warning.
He wasn't pretty, or delicate, or waifish, and would brook no compliment implying he was some fair damsel to be swept off his paws - ha!
How'd you like it, if I called you a shrimp?Untrue, of course - she easily stood taller and heftier than he did.
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