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@losingmyjustice ——— ☆ ——— On any other day, Laetitia might have enjoyed the nice weather at the park, hiding behind the tall trees and dancing among the pink petals. That was her plan – or, at least, it had been earlier that day. Now her hands gripped empty air as she clenched and unclenched them, scampering in every direction and looking under every bench and around every tree. There was a frantic look on Laetitia’s pale face, worried thoughts crossing her mind. Where was her tiny plush friend? Did they run away from her? Weren’t they going to be lonely without her? While there might have been plenty of adults mulling around that could help her, even in her worried thoughts Laetitia had issue with just walking up to a stranger. Adults tended to be scary, after all, always asking questions or pretending they knew everything. She hadn’t seen many her age around, either – a curious thing in her mind, a park without children playing – but soon she spotted someone walking along the path. Not an adult, for once, but an unfamiliar teen that looked a little lost himself. When he stopped, Laetitia scampered towards him, the bells of her hat jingling with each step. She made a noise to clear her throat, but it sounded less like a human’s would and more like a scratch of metal on metal. “Uhm,” Laetitia began, her voice first loud and then quiet. She was at a loss on what to call someone that hadn’t reached the cusp of adulthood and yet was not exactly her peer. After a moment, she restarted her speech, “Ah, mister, could you - could you help me please? I lost something and I don’t know where I left them…”