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The girl echoed one word of his question.

Swordfish sighed through his nose, wondering. She didn’t look at him with the same ferocity. There was a softer approach to her paws, to her spoken word. Even though she did not give him an answer, she didn’t appear to seek battle.

Yeah, are ya gonna bite… me?

Had she forgotten their last meeting? Swordfish thought it might have been too fleeting for her to hold his face in her memory. If her adrenaline had been racing, it wouldn’t be a surprise that she would forget the tense encounter they had shared.