"Why are you still here?" Eponine asks bluntly, before hastily adding, "Ma'mzelle?"
Her shoulders hunch, and her long, black, tangled hair swings into her face. She doesn't want Wednesday to be here. She doesn't particularly want to be seen here. Not with a stolen phone.
"Not so many can walk the streets in the light, Ma'am. The shadows hide us, let us move freely so we might make our mischief. The night time is safer for us, more dangerous for them what ain't me. More dangerous for you, Ma'mzelle. You should go, Ma'mzelle, before you are caught in it all."
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Her shoulders hunch, and her long, black, tangled hair swings into her face. She doesn't want Wednesday to be here. She doesn't particularly want to be seen here. Not with a stolen phone.
"Not so many can walk the streets in the light, Ma'am. The shadows hide us, let us move freely so we might make our mischief. The night time is safer for us, more dangerous for them what ain't me. More dangerous for you, Ma'mzelle. You should go, Ma'mzelle, before you are caught in it all."