Date: 2024-04-19 03:31 pm (UTC)
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"--oh." He turns a bit red, shifting in his seat not entirely unlike a child caught in the middle of some mischief. He swallows. "Right. Yes. Of course. Sorry."

He fishes a stone out of his bowl and plays it near one of his others.
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