After what feels like an eternity, Bergamot finally appears, dressed in the clothes Pasilla gave him. I watch, out of the corner of my eye, as he sits in the chair farthest from me. Pasilla watches him warily.375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnnwZ1NgK3
"Thank you," He says quietly, shooting Pasilla a grateful look. She doesn't return the look, however, looking at me, her brown eyes burning with hostility. I nod in reply.
"It was no problem. But," I glance at the window. "I need your help." Bergamot leans forward, a curious gleam in his yellow eyes. Looking at him now, I see no sign of the murderous monster that lurks beneath Bergamot's skin.
"What do you need me to do?" He asks, his hair, long and unruly, falls into his face, covering his eyes.
"I was going to make a fire, but I'm out of wood," I reply. "I need you, and Pasilla," Pasilla shoots me an angry look. "To get me some. Can you do that?" Bergamot nods, rising from his chair. Pasilla follows, glaring at me as she does so.
"Oh! Before you go," I toss a hair tie to Bergamot, who catches it easily. "Here's a hair tie, to keep your hair out of your eyes." He nods, tying his hair up.
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