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Honi stared at the brown-haired girl sitting in front of him with a rabbit in her arms, of all things. The little creature snuggled into the crook of Adi’s elbow and allowed itself to be stroked from its pink nose all the way to its twitchy bunny tail. If he hadn’t tried to restrain the pocket monster and felt its urge to tear Adi’s throat out, he wouldn’t have believed that there was anything wrong with this picture. Somehow Adi had managed to reach out to the animal and establish a connection.
His face broke into a beaming grin when the realization hit him. She had absolutely rocked this! And he had taught her the basics of what she’d just done. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She blinked at him with a tired little smile of her own.
“You did great,” he
