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damn him for making him worry so. the bunched muscle of his shoulders relax, though he had not realized himself that theyβd ever been so tight to begin with. οΉ
youβre. . . welcome.
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οΉ one would think veritas told the man he was π₯πΊπͺπ―π¨, from the way that smile wipes clear off his face. in the span of one heartbeat, he wonders if he misread the situation somehowβ or if the gambler thought the gift offensive.
it unnerves ratio.
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( his jaw slackens with mild disbelief, all of the amusement that had been there disappearing in a matter of seconds. )
what?
( a gift, from ratio of all people? sure it was just a thesaurus, but when was the last time he had received anything without hidden intentions? )
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how quickly that dastardly little smile of aventurineβs leaves him. as though it was never had any basis in reality. he glances over, meets those multicolored hues. just as he opens his mouth to muster up some type of apology, the gambler smiles again.
damn him.
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οΉ must the gambler always persist on being so πͺπ―π§πΆπ³πͺπ’π΅πͺπ―π¨ππΊ crude οΉοΉ veritas simply points his eyes back onto his book, stare so fiery itβs a miracle the words didnβt combust into flames.οΉ
this conversation is over, gambler.
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( he rocks back on his heels with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets. )
it was worth a shot, though i figured you wouldn't do it. on account of your, what did you say? quad? quadtacular? body.
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yes, yes. iβm aware of its attributes. οΉ crosses his arms, eying the cat. it eyes him back. οΉ itβs one of the genius societyβs many failed experiments, from what iβve readβ- unfortunately, pawned off to yours truly.
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οΉ well, RATIO doesnβt. his brow is furrowed, vexed by the man before him. οΉ
i can sense trying to discuss this further is a waste of my precious oxygen.
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