She was a small thing, stopping and moving whenever she though it was alright and he wouldn't bark like he had. Even to her height, Rorschach was a compacted beast like her brother was in a way. Everything about him said that he could break her in to in no time flat, thus her slow movements. Once she was closer, she gently moved her cold arm to touch him and lean her cheek against his arm.
"..I get hit for being bad...-- We won't die?" Merope frowned but continued to brush her cheek lightly against his arm,"...You dislike me?"
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