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"Godfather." A crisp voice befitting of a copper bell resounded beside him. Yves turned his head to see Maeve, dressed in tender pink as if she was a little princess, holding a tablet computer and skipping out of the room. She was preparing to pounce on him.
However, her entire leap ceases halfway abruptly. She immediately retreated two steps, pinching her nose with a disgusted look, and remarked, "Godfather, you stink so badly! Maeve doesn't want to hug you now."
Yves's outstretched hands hung awkwardly in mid-air, his smile freezing instantly on his face. After a while, he subconsciously retracted his hands, lightly coughing into his fist, then laughed awkwardly. He was helpless, as he was drenched in sweat from running which had dried and then was again soaked with perspiration several times over, leaving him smelly from the sweat.
