Prisonborn
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Thread Topic: Prisonborn
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Sophia literally could not move. It was on top of her, and Christmas had specifically told her not to touch anything, so she couldn't push it off of her.
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After a while, Christmas came home in good spirits. "Success!" he said, spreading his arms wide and smiling. "I think it went well."
The thing got onto its feet and ran over to Christmas, who picked it up and hugged it. He turned to look at Sophia. "Sorry, I should have told you. This is my dog, Pat!"
Pat licked Christmas's face and wiggled uncontrollably in excitement. -
"So...Pat attacks everyone like that?" Sophia asked, seeing how the dog was reacting the same around him as it had around her.
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"Attacks?" Christmas said, confused. "Oh no, he's just saying hi. These are puppy kisses. Now if he was attacking, he would growl and bite really hard. He just wants attention and pets. Don't you, Pat?"
Pat wiggled in confirmation and flopped to the floor. -
Sophia wasn't used to this... friendliness at all. If Christmas had been anything like the guards he would have twisted what she said happened and yelled at her for touching the dog when he told her not to touch anything when it was the dog that had come after her.
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Christmas set Pat down and began to look around. Nothing was out of place and everything was exactly as he had left it. "Hey, are you hungry?" he asked as Pat jumped into her lap again.
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A little braver than before, Sophia set her hand on the dog.
"A little," she said. She'd never been asked that question before. For her entire life there had been set eating times. She had had the exact same schedule for sixteen years. Breakfast, cell, lessons, cell, lunch, cell, exercise, cell, dinner, cell, sleep. -
"What do you want? We got spaghetti, sandwiches, yogurt, lots of other stuff. We also have some sort of suspicious casserole that Mrs. Rhubarb from two doors down brought over, but I wouldn't eat that if I were you. Those kids of hers put their hands in everything she makes," Christmas said. Pat twisted his head around to lick her hand.
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(Mrs. Rhubarb XD)
"I... I've never heard of any of those," Sophia said. "At the prison every single meal is some grayish mush they call oatmeal." -
I want her name to be Barbara Rhubarb XD))
Christmas wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Yuck! Oatmeal's supposed to be brown. I'll just fix you up something and hope you like it." -
(Oh my XD)
Sophia nodded. "Thanks," she said. She rubbed her hand across Pat's body. The only brown thing she had seen was hair. Not oatmeal. -
Pat wiggled around in delight, turning over onto his back so he could get belly rubs. Christmas was mixing up a batter of some sort, wearing an apron that had a christmas tree on it.
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Sophie took her hand off the dog. Frankly, she was overwhelmed. She had no idea what anything was, and she had seen colors other than gray for the first time today.
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Christmas fried up a pancake and put it on a plate for her with some nice utensils. "Tada! Pancakes, my specialty. Careful, it's hot too."
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"Pancakes?" Sophia asked as she took the plate. They were floppy flat things.
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