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His ears perk at the approach of another, though his expression quickly sours as his gaze settles on the red-furred stranger. For some reason, he'd half-expected Aditya or Dawn or — or his mother, maybe. Embarrassment swiftly morphs into white-hot irritation, and he can't help but roll his eyes at her question. Uh, no, He says, releasing an agitated breath through his nose. For some reason, his pulse is fast; he can't figure out why. He just wishes he could be alone.
Why are you bothering me? The boy demands after a few beats. It must be obvious he's lost — maybe she's here to mock him. The thought intensifies the venom in his honey eyes, but he doesn't say anything else. Part of him hopes if he looks angry enough, she'll just leave him alone.