He wasn’t going to let the conversation turn to him so quickly. Perhaps he would tell her about his past, but that would only depend on how… entertaining he found her. And to decide that, he wanted to know what was inside. He could just as easily open the box and see himself, but he was more curious of how long it would take for her to crack to just tell him.
”A box. Now, back to you…”
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“It was my mother's. Happy?”
Not entirely a lie. Her mother owned it at one time, but the contents inside were entirely belonging to Tabby. Little things, but things she refused to share with the stranger. She held out her hand expectantly. already tired of this game.
