drily, and then heβs pulling his hands from his pockets to cross his arms. β iβll take you up on it though. just β . . . a different drink. β
his brow quirks up in amusement. he doesnβt know why, but felix seems almost fascinating to him. he wants to find out.
β i donβt drink that shit. β he murmurs. β iβm planning on living past 25, thank you very much. β he retorts
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he pauses, and then he turns on his heel to face felix once more, his own hands shoved into the pocket of his jacket, tilting his head.
β exchange ? β heβs asking, raising a brow. it takes him a few moments before he scoffs
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he reaches out to gently pet toto, right on the side of his face with his index finger, a content hum escaping him.
β you look better without them. β he remarks drily, and then heβs stepping back and turning on his heel, already
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he raises a brow as he watches felix, before kneeling down besides him out of amusement. itβs funny; can you blame him.
β maybe his name ( is ) tater. β he shrugs, and heβs got a smug grin tugging at just the corner of his
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he opens his mouth to speak, to reply, and he has a sentence right on his tongue. but thatβs when he sees a flash of a fluffy tail disappearing behind a wall.
β itβs tater β β he starts, and heβs grasping at felixβs arm,
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he snorts drily with laughter at his words, glancing over at the other momentarily, before looking back down to the ground.
β i do love a good bit of pessimism. β he murmurs. but thatβs all heβs willing to elaborate on, clearing
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at all. β he states bluntly. he doesnβt mean to be rude; he just tends to say things how they are. β iβm aristotle. . . β he pauses. β selwyn. β
he shakes his head firmly at the sight of the cigarettes, his hands still balled up in his jacket pockets.
β no, thanks. β he murmurs, still glancing around at intervals as the two walk along the quad. β i havenβt heard of you
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he nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a quiet hum, trailing alongside the other.
β i hope not. β he remarks sarcastically, looking around as the two walk. β whatβs your name ? β he asks. he figures there
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he groans softly. part of him feels bad for the other, knowing that heβs lost his pet. but he doesnβt want to seem . . . friendly. he never does.
β itβs fine. iβll help. save you from bothering any of the other assholes here. β
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