[ But she has like, no excuse, though. Oops. She brushes a stray hand of ashen hair from her face out of frustration. As if she's trying to give him a serious look. She makes special care to pour the bowl of milk for them, setting two or three off to the side. ]
I'd like to hope me leaving would keep them from even getting close...
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Excuses? It's no such sort of thing!
[ But she has like, no excuse, though. Oops. She brushes a stray hand of ashen hair from her face out of frustration. As if she's trying to give him a serious look. She makes special care to pour the bowl of milk for them, setting two or three off to the side. ]
I'd like to hope me leaving would keep them from even getting close...