The word came out as a dreamy sigh, full of nostalgia and longing.
Neville stared at her. "How old do you even think you are?"
Shelly peered over the edge of the pillow, one googly eye visible, sparkling with mischief. [How old do you think I am?]
His exhausted brain was too tired to care anymore and decided to humor Shelly's nonsense.
He approached the sofa and sat next to Shelly's body. He sank into the cushions with a groan.
"Hmmm~" He dragged out the sound, trying to match Shelly's energy. "Since you said you've been with other hosts... Given that my number is 143, we've got to add—"
[Sush!] A giant digital gloved hand stopped in front of his face. The middle finger touched his lips to stop it from moving.
Where did she even get a glove? Neville thought, wide-eyed.
[I'm seventeen!] Shelly declared with utter confidence.
"Then aren't you not allowed to read ei—"
[Sush!] Shelly came close, even slightly threatening as she continued, [Forever seventeen!]
