Lion Head Mesa peach pit

anything she does, says, seems to just get the boy to prattle. racharra slouches, and wonders if it's worth even trying to spit just in hopes of it landing on him.

her neck cranes once more in a slight tilt before sighing and shaking her head.
..i don't even know what you're saying. before plummeting to her belly.

do you understand me? a futile question, her head leans over the hole just enough to steal a closer look. he's the first boy who's stature matches hers. shame that it's inhabited by such a putrid soul.