Larry gave them about half an hour before he declared the competition finished.
"Ba-duh!"
Vale smiled as Larry let out the enthusiastic screech.
The little imp's condition improved quite a bit over the last few weeks. It seemed it truly took Vale's promise to protect its friends from harm to heart.
Though there was still an emptiness that permanently sat in the corner of Larry's beady eyes, left behind by the death of Sizzy, Crow, and Dickless.
But time was the only remedy for that wound…
Larry, after Vale explained numbers to him and how to rate, sauntered over to the far-left area, Toy's quarter
The little imp floated up in the air and began inspecting the area.
"Baduh…"
Toy's had decided to go for…
'an approach…'
Instead of a traditional pillow, she'd grabbed a potato sack and stuffed it with dirt…
'No way she'll find that comfortable…'
Her bed was unmade and sheetless, with a brown cotton quilt atop it, angled the wrong way.
