Do not mess with your daughter by speaking spanish do not mess with your daughter by speaking Spanish do not do not. You’re a turd, but you’re not that much of a turd.
He speaks this time, knowing she won’t know enough to get whatever he’s saying yet.
"Are you sticking around for awhile?"
Grinning, she jams a thumb to the chest and brings her knuckle to her chin —
’ PRIDE ‘
— before pausing, and going through the same motions again with a finger wiggle at the end.
’ pride? ‘
She’ll learn to make more elaborate sentences, closer to 'I'm proud of myself!' and 'Are you proud of me?' in due time.
”Uhm. Actually.” Her brows knit together and her eyes go to the ground, silently pausing for a few moments. “I reckon I have ‘bout, forty eight hours or so ‘fore I gotta go, so I thought I’d — ?” Mmh.
”I heard ‘bout a guy. Who could — help me.”
Lyra cups the girl’s face in her hands,
pressing sweet little kisses upon her face.
"Shhh, it’s okay, beb. Nothing to worry about."
There is literally blood on Lyra’s hands. Literally.
”Why did you kill the guy.”