originally posted in:The New Dojo
“What? Is there a butterfly on me or something?”
The boy blinked in confusion, took one huge step back, waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the phantom butterfly. In such close proximity to the boy, Traci would’ve surely felt a decently... at least annoying amount electricity surging through the air. Again with that aura that he seemed to exude.
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"May help in the future. It's my way of saying thank you." Traci shrugged.
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“Well... thanks.” He slid it into a small pocket located on the holster of his revolver. His two gifts would be right next to each other now.
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"I'll see you some other time, okay?" She began to walk off, waving.