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Toad threw the shoulder her hand was on up and up to get her off of him.

“Do not touch me,” he pleaded. “I do not care if your expression is true or not, but please do not touch me again.” His breathing was quick and erratic; He needed space.

“If you want m-me to answer that question, I suggest that you back up immediately.” He choked, closed his eyes, and faced his head downward.

“P-please, let me be…”

She moved her hand, though her gaze was locked on his face. He hadn’t for a second fallen for her and she started to think it was a goblin thing. It had been a while since someone begged for their lives, since she had intimidated someone who may have a hint that she wasn’t what she seemed to be. 

“You poor thing, are you alright?” she cooed, edging ever closer, a hand leaning agains the brick wall, her body angled to make the space even tighter. A grin eased on her face. There was no reason to hide anymore. They were in an alley in the outskirts of Chicago late in the day. No one was going to come by for a while. “The girls are getting restless over the smell of your fear, darling.” As if on cue, the bundle beneath her wig rustled and she tipped his head up with her other hand. This time, a snake slithered out and rubbed against his cheek.