He'd had plenty of practice snatching things, see, had grown up doing it and didn't plan to stop now.
Nor did he plan to stop tormenting his sisters. Especially not Frida. Frida was so easy to torment. As easy as breathing.
The book now in his hands wasn't what he had wanted, but he pretended to offer it a cursory glance, head tilted towards it, although his eyes ducked back down to where he had uncovered the other book. Frida was still trying to hide it, but Kristoffer had already seen enough to note that the cover was patterned, golden yellow and flowery - he was already disappointed in it. Probably not from the restricted section, with a cover like that. It had to be something dull and girly and stupid.
Still, if Frida was clinging onto it for dear life and making lame excuses, it was probably for a reason.
"Oh, this?" Kris said, waving the book in his hands back and forth at her as though a bone to a dog. "I have an idea, then. We'll swap. I'll give you this back and leave you be, and you'll give me that." He inclined his head only slightly and spoke only casually, but Frida could have no doubt that he meant the book in her lap.
Nor did he plan to stop tormenting his sisters. Especially not Frida. Frida was so easy to torment. As easy as breathing.
The book now in his hands wasn't what he had wanted, but he pretended to offer it a cursory glance, head tilted towards it, although his eyes ducked back down to where he had uncovered the other book. Frida was still trying to hide it, but Kristoffer had already seen enough to note that the cover was patterned, golden yellow and flowery - he was already disappointed in it. Probably not from the restricted section, with a cover like that. It had to be something dull and girly and stupid.
Still, if Frida was clinging onto it for dear life and making lame excuses, it was probably for a reason.
"Oh, this?" Kris said, waving the book in his hands back and forth at her as though a bone to a dog. "I have an idea, then. We'll swap. I'll give you this back and leave you be, and you'll give me that." He inclined his head only slightly and spoke only casually, but Frida could have no doubt that he meant the book in her lap.
