[The boy ceases his bouncing journey long enough for her to climb up-- and yes, the stall-runner DOES open his mouth to angrily scold them both, but... quickly shuts it again when Wrath's head (and his long mane of tangled hair) pops over the edge of the canvas and hisses.]
[It's that knife kid.]
[Nobody messes with the knife kid.]
[Then he flips back up, grinning again.]
[If he remembers arguing with her on the network about names, apparently he's over it.]
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[It's that knife kid.]
[Nobody messes with the knife kid.]
[Then he flips back up, grinning again.]
[If he remembers arguing with her on the network about names, apparently he's over it.]
I'm Wrath!