Whitty was chasing a screaming Sarv while Ruv and I just watched from the sidewalk outside the alleyway.
"Is she always that energetic?" I asked looking up at Ruv, who was tall as hell like Whitty. Ruv nodded, still watching the adults acting like children, well, I think Sarv's an adult. I turned my attention back to Whitty and Sarv, who were now running in circles around a lamp post. I'm surprised that Whitty hasn't caught Sarv yet.
"She's always this chaotic, that's why I barely make any friends. Sarv always finds a way to make them as chaotic or energetic as her," Ruv whispered loud enough for me to hear, just when Sarv falls over and flopped onto her face and just laid there, probably waiting for Whitty to kill her. Whitty stood over her, confused before laughing at how stupid Sarv was, and Sarv started to laugh as well.
"How old is Sarv anyway?" I asked, not looking up at Ruv.
"Uh, how old is this town?" Ruv asked, sounding puzzled. I looked at him and he looked like he was trying to remember something.
"A few centuries, why?" I replied, now confused.
"Well, she was here when this town started being built," Ruv whispered.
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~*Ruv's POV*~
"I thought she was in her late teens or mid-twenties," Carol stated, very shocked and confused. I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me.
"Everyone does, but she just tells everyone that she's in her mid-thirties," I whispered looking back at the two idiots who were coming back. I keep forgetting how short Sarv is, she looks like a young teen next to Whitty.
----------------------------------------- Word count, without N/A - 294 Word count, with words - 327 Sorry for the wait, I was kinda busy. Enjoy the chapter and hopefully, I'll post the next chapter by the end of the month
