[There was determination in Frieda’s voice, like she had come to some conclusion. Her next words were unexpected - though, in hindsight, they made sense; Sunny wasn’t capable of doing much on his own.
There was the briefest moment of hesitance on the teen’s part… then Sunny somehow was able to position himself on her back, limbs shaky but hanging on.
Desperately attempting to forget the numerous times his sister had offered him a piggyback before…]
[As if incensed by Frieda’s actions, the voice seemed to focus on the both of them]
YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY?! YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T RUN FROM WHAT YOU DID!!
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There was the briefest moment of hesitance on the teen’s part… then Sunny somehow was able to position himself on her back, limbs shaky but hanging on.
Desperately attempting to forget the numerous times his sister had offered him a piggyback before…]
[As if incensed by Frieda’s actions, the voice seemed to focus on the both of them]
YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY?! YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T RUN FROM WHAT YOU DID!!