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"Shrimp," she'd call him. "Twerp." "Short stuff."

Really, Rex didn't ever expect to get much taller. Puberty must've just missed him, he figured; shrugged it off.

No one there to tease him besides Mythra (and Nia), anyway, so what'd it matter?

Putting aside a snatch of smugness, he still agreed, once he'd shot up.

Mythra, though? Whenever she gazed up at him, her nose wrinkled, twitched.

"Weather's great up here, Mythra." Used the full two syllables just so's he could roll the R.

Still, Mythra's own maturity staved a pout, as she rankled. Eventually, she smiled, and leaned into it.