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"A snake, am I?
Perhaps you'd like to see
how snake-like I can be!"
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https://t.co/hh4ffmv8ZY I'll be doing a new programming to help me with time management, burnout avoidance and overall a more versatile use of my hobbies.
I'll reply in the during morning and evening, as long I'm not busy. Same for weekends.
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"Kalim is currently incapacitated by a surplus of enthusiasm and a lack of coordination, so no, he isn't trailing behind me, though I'm sure his inevitable crash will require my attention sooner rather than later."
His eyes tracked the condensation sliding down the plastic bottle in their hand.
"If you're so determined not to hit the ground, I suppose you'll just have to keep dancing until your feet give out."
"Hmph. Semantics."
He watched them walk away, the sound of the cap twisting off the water bottle echoing against the high ceiling. The confession about the carriage, about being dead or displaced, landed with a dull thud in the quiet space. It was a convenient excuse. A β
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a hand raised on the same level of their chest in a silent inquiry, while golden eyes watched the vice housewarden across the room.
" easy and easier are completely different things in this context, please stop twisting my words. it's getting a little old. "
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"Not allowed to fall."
He scoffed, a quiet, jagged sound.
"Arrogance. Everyone falls. The only difference is whether you land on your feet or break your neck."
"Control is what prevents chaos. I don't consider chaos a virtue, Lockwood."
A faint sneer touched the corner of his mouth, gone as quickly as it appeared. He didn't believe in honesty for its own sake, honesty was a data leak, a weakness in the armor. That they wielded it β
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" it's a good thing i'm using the term to describe myself and not you, then. "
they would've gone batshit crazy, they would've done many things if they were in jamil's shoes. instead of assuming there was a hidden agenda, he could've just taken that as empathy.
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"If you're done psychoanalyzing me, I have actual work to do. Unlike some people, I don't get to stand around admiring the view."
He turned his back, the gold discs at his β
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He picks up his glass, swirling the water idly.
"Stay. Finish your meal. If you want to help again, you know where the aprons are."
He doesn't look at her, focusing instead on tearing another piece of naan, shredding the edge of the bread between thumb and forefinger until the wheat frays.
"I rarely do things solely out of obligation, even if it appears that way. It is a convenient excuse. If I did not β
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"And the dalβ¦"
He gestures vaguely with his chin toward the pot.
"It is better than what the Al-Asim chefs usually prepare. Too much cream, not enough texture. They β
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He stepped back, breaking the contact and the tension all at once, leaving them standing alone on the floorboards.
"Just don't expect me to catch you when you fall."
"Easy. You call losing your home easy because you got a second chance here."
The tilt of his head was slight, barely there. Gold discs caught the light, swaying with the motion like pendulums counting down a fuse.
"I don't get that luxury. If I burn it down, there is no β
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the subtle sound of their own jewellery dangling filled the space between them, intricate details colliding with one another as his hand tugged at them a second time. the distance between yuri and jamil was scarce already, leaving little room for anything but the β
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His grip on their elbow loosened, fingers trailing down to their wrist to check the pulse point. Not for romance, but to verify the rhythm of the words leaving their mouth.
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