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a disbelieving stare fixes its way onto the other until he ( with no pressure whatsoever ) immediately feeds into admission.
completely unable to stifle the soft bit of laughter that bubbles past lips.
“ m͟aybe , huh ? ”
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*" now , thats not 𝓽rue — "
then a brief pause. 𝓫rims
slightly squished.. casually
leaning back against the
wall . co tent hum
" Okay, MAYBe Its true "
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with a roll of eyes , lips twitch subtly at corners—- unsuccessfully fighting off a faint grin of his own.
even with the dull ache throbbing at temples , it was difficult to stay mad at him.
“ you’ve always been a lousy liar. ”
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soft 𝓼nort. his grin only
seeming to 𝓫e growing just
a smidget wider at words.
a brief shrug . 𑁤
it was nice. the two always
being able to match each
others 𝓿ibes well.
" guilty as charged. "
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a quirk of brows , dubious .. this guy. despite his initial annoyance , features soften almost imperceptibly—- fist colliding lightly with the other’s shoulder.
“ you’re not sorry. you’re a punk. ”
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