Zenex trotted along, fabrics in his bags. He was planning to finish his dress today. Just a few more pieces and—

“Hey look! It’s doll-eyes!” a familiar voiced teased.

Zen slid to a halt, turning to see Vexer and his friends laughing at him. Vexer seemed to be laughing the hardest. “Bahahaha! What are those? Gifts for that stupid grapebug?”

Zenex whimpered, not answering. He new that if he said one word, Vexer would heckle him. And he would never see the end of it.

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