Literature
HoND: Miracles
Clopin! They said I couldnt play!
He fumbled with the vase he had been toting before those petite hands wrapped around his knees, and for a moment it looked as though Esmeraldas hard head was going to be the breaking ground for his latest find. At the last second, however, Clopin performed an admirable save and tried valiantly to shimmy his newest burden away from his leg. Who wont let you play, cheri?
Her snotty, drooly, six-year-old face was buried too deep in his leg for Clopin to distinguish the response, but judging by the way in which the boys were looking away and shuffling with their makeshift