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The pencil falls from Sunny’s grasp onto the ground below, which in most cases it might have been fine. Had she not been doing her Drawing I homework from up in a tree. She clicks her tongue, not too keen on hopping from her perch to go retrieve it, until she sees someone about to pass underneath. Adjusting herself and hooking her legs on the branch, she moves backwards, hanging upside down in the girl’s path.
“Ha, hope I didn’t scare you. Can you give me that pencil there? Kinda need it.”
Snowball freezes as she hears a voice that comes from a place she’s not quite expecting one too. Sure, people talk above her when they’re taller than her ( which is more often than not ), but it’s usually never that high- Her immediate response is to look straight up, more curious than scared to see who it was. Her eyes then fell to the ground, taking note of the pencil before reaching down to grab it.
She stands slightly up on her toes to hand it to the other girl.
“Is.. Is there a reason you’re working in a tree?”