Shady

“…I’ll still have—“ Aashi jabbed Tasia in the side. She pouted, rubbing her side, and instead said, “…well… I get to have some things close to my heart too!”

“I’ll have more than you!”

“Yeah!” Tasia lost the battle to her wiggles and stood up in her chair again, grinning. “I’ll know all of your hearts then!”

Tasia squirmed but nodded, trying very, very hard not to complain.

"Oh!" Tasia perked back up, grinning. "I can wait that long -- that's not bad! I'm good at waiting when it's only a day!"

"Okay." Tasia huffed a melodramatic sigh. "How long do boxes take to make?"

"No, Mama's gotta do it for me," Tasia argued. Aashi laughed lightly. "Ms. Sara could do it for you... probably best to wait until you've got your box before you ...

Tasia gasped and clamped her hands down over her hair tightly. "Noooooooo!"

"You're so nice!" Tasia grinned at her. She hesitated, patting her hair, contemplative. "... you can have a little bit of mine, too!"

"Hair!" Tasia said eagerly. "Can I have yours?!" "Tasia!" Aashi scolded.

"No." She shook her head earnestly. "I'mma look at mine every single day for the rest of my whole life!" Aashi chuckled and shook her head.

Co-written with da fab grand Gods, how did she always get herself in these situations? She'd had to go and run her stupid mouth about dancing to a noble, and ...

(i'll go fite Septimus myself) "Do you look at it every day?"

"Whoa! Gold!" Tasia said, eyes wide in admiration even though that was the only word that really registered. "That sounds really pretty!!"

"What's the outside like?"