Minky grins playfully, seeing that he'd talked first, which automatically gave her permission to talk back. "Doing what? I'm not doing anything." She walks up closer to him, eying his book curiously, even if she couldn't read.

She clasps her hands behind her and rocks on her heels, her head cocked to the side lightly as she watched the janitor. "Have you seen my backpack? It's pink." she asks him, hoping he had.

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