[ His shoulders sag a bit with the dismissal, but all he can do is wave it off, humming in consideration even as he wonders what it is they're doing like this. ]
Thank the angel for that. [ He grins, looking down at the unlabeled bottle for a second or two before drinking from it again. ] I suppose he thinks we can, uhm, be friends.
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Thank the angel for that. [ He grins, looking down at the unlabeled bottle for a second or two before drinking from it again. ] I suppose he thinks we can, uhm, be friends.