They/Them
Y/n isn't like the other children in Gracefield Orphanage.
They can't eat with the others.
They can't play with the others.
They have to stay away from the others.
They are different.
Not "special", not "unique".
Just... different.
But tha...
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"So."
I looked up from where I was braiding Timmy's hair. It was just getting long enough to brush the tops of his shoulders. I see Timmy poking his tongue out at Ray from the corner of my eye, and gently tug on the strand of hair I'm holding.
"So?"
He glares at me over the top of his book before laying it open on his lap.
"So, what was that?!"
I look at him in confusion.
I can actually see his face turning red in annoyance.
"Don't look at me like that! What was all that with Norman in the dining room?!"
As I blink, trying to comprehend just what the problem was, Timmy starts snickering, dragging my attention back to him.
He looks up at Ray, grinning.
"Me thinks somebody's jealous!"
Ray slams his book closed, whipping his head towards the literal six-year-old in my lap.
"HUH??!?!" Timmy begin cackling, almost messing up my braid.
Ray then stands up, pointing at Timmy.
"Shut your mouth you little demon! Nobody's jealous!"
"Ray!" I swat the back of his knee, making his legs buckle.
