𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖・tpn

08・animals

♪( 'θ｀)ノ warning- cussing
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・3rd pov

"I don't understand... why does Andrew look just like him?"

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Despite having great traits such as memorization and being able to quickly adapt into new surroundings, Willow is (unfortunately) extremely horrible when it came to acting and observation. The girl could only ever focus on one thing and then quickly get easily distracted by a butterfly by a window.

Unless when it came to reading a room that is.

Yeah, Willow could already feel the lingering emotion of restlessness and discomposure early in the morning in the supposed dining room full of happy noises and laughter.

She didn't need hints on who it came from based on the reaction she received last night.

Emma.

Still keeping the blank-faced, unenthusiastic facade— though panicking in the inside— Willow casually walked down the doors and was met with the jovial faces of children glistening with enthusiasm when they saw the figure of one of their oldest siblings.

"Willow!"

"Good morning, Willa!"

The girl only gave a strained smile in return, though seemingly genuine to the kids they brushed it off and continued to do their own routine. Willow turned towards Emma and gave a pat on the shoulder to the girl, noticing how the redhead tensed under the sudden contact.

"Good morning, Emma." Willow greeted. She only gave a small frown when all she received was a subtle nod from the latter.

Sighing at the girl, she moved on and started helping the house by doing morning chores while starting a small conversation with Phil, who was also on the same duty as her.

"Phil, you kind of remind me of a butterfly."

"Hm? A butterfly?"

"Yeah, I can definitely imagine you with butterfly wings hovering around the skies of our home."

The boy gave a small laugh at the older girl's nonsense, "If I remind you of a butterfly, then you remind me of an owl!"

Willow arched her brow at Phil's statement, "An owl, huh? Why is that?"

He paused washing his dishes and put a finger towards his chin, thinking of any reason on why he thought the ravenette reminded him so much of an owl, "Well... you're a really stealthy and quiet person, even if you try not to be. Oh! And you're also really knowledgeable, too!"

She chuckled and ruffled Phil's hazel locks, "I guess so... that's a really good reason."

You are one observant boy, Phil.

"Hey," Ray walked in, "What are you two doing?"

"Me and Willow are giving each other animals that remind us of each other! She said that I remind her of a butterfly while she reminded me of an owl!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Yup," Willow said, popping the 'p'.