Being stared at was something Petunia had unfortunately gotten used to in Melbourne. She thought sheād left that feeling behind, and yet, here she was, being stared down by a child. It made her ever so slightly uncomfortable.
Why was she being stared at, and why by a girl sitting in such a strange position? Cautiously moving closer, Petunia spoke up.
āUh⦠Hey, arenāt you uncomfortableā¦?ā
The demon-not-demon spoke to her, making her tense from the surprise of it. Though the surprise soon faded, and she instead shifted, rolling to sit up properly. Crossing her arms over her chest, she kept staring up at her, eyes narrowing slightly in thought.
āHey! Are you a demon? I canāt tell--you kinda look like one.ā















