SoulJelly

Pertinacious "Noooooo!" "Oh, come on," Aelita begged. She was on the verge of tears but bravely held them back, as she had done for most of the afternoon. "Please, Nathalie. We have to go home now." "NOOOOOO!" came the scream again, louder, and the tiny red-faced girl clung, monkey-like, to the bars of the swing-set. "DON'T WANNA." Aelita bent down, looped her arms lightly around the child's waist, and tugged. In response, Nathalie only clung more tightly, her face screwed up in stubborn defiance. Petulant tears streamed down her face and even though she shouted, her words were barely coherent between sobs. "I W-WANNA STAY. I'VE ONLY B-B

Celadon "Just a little to the left... and... perfect! Jérémie, what do you think?" "I think the couch still looks a bit off. Do you think we should put it against the opposite wall?" "Jérémie-! Worry about that later, won't you?" "Okay, okay. I'm coming." Jérémie stood up, rubbing at the dull, stiff ache forming at the small of his back and wiping an unpleasant sheen of sweat from the bridge of his nose, where the skin pinched on his still-new glasses. He crossed the room and came to stand beside Aelita, who was poised with her hands on her hips. Her face was set in a proud grin as she stood there, admiring