People think The Precious is such a nice boy, and he is, but he's not the same kind of quiet polite humble kind generous thoughtful caring sincere intelligent magician at home as he is in public. Around here he's a smidgen more impish. And talkative. Very, very talkative. And quite honestly, Pixie could live without that.
Maybe it's the nicknames he has for her. Pipsqueak, Pied Piper, Pequeña, Parrot, Penny, Pick-Up-Sticks, Pick-Me-Up, Eduardo. She despises every new title he comes up with for her. He can't see why.
It could be that she is far too often the lone subject of his monologues.
"Does Pixie have an opinion on the matter? Asking for a friend. The friend doesn't care whether Pixie has an opinion on the matter. I'm just asking for him. I'm hungry. Why isn't Pixie cooking me something? I love my little sister so much. I wish she could fathom it."
One of these days she's going to go all Jeremy Renner on him and I won't be able to stop her.
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