response near instant , allowing laughter to echo amongst baths . erudite all too willing to showcase smugness whenever amongst the goldweaver’s presence . curled lips remain , lids soon to shut . breath taken in ; bliss truly achieved .
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“ utterly childish ! “ the words left her tongue with an irritable hiss before finding her spot within the golden ripples ——arms folding tightly beneath the slope of her chest .
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it would be unfair to surprise you with such a thing . least i gave you warning . ( voice growing in volume , least wishing to live up to the petty promise he had formerly provided , allowing own chuckle to soon pollute silence )
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how utterly childish , and yet i am not surprised . ( with a dismissive eyeroll , the goldweaver stepped into the warm crystal - blue pools steeling hee tongue from further spewing drivel . )
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inter—what ? no . does it matter ? i’m merely a customer . you’re free to make the drink how ever you believe brings out the most flavor . who am i to dictate one’s art when it is for them to craft ?
I can brew you a less Extra Spicy and amazing experiment for now ! but you're noted on the list for the ‘ 33 SPICE SPECIAL ’ , trademark ! ( ah , she actually said that out loud . )
y’got Inter-Knot ? for the list !