"Um... Hm... 'Direct,' right? Hmrr..."
He watched Tsatho's spoon brush against his, as if they were about to take the same piece of cake. He didn't know how to face this man. He felt like a child about to hand his bad grades to his father. >
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see what I can do.
You know? "
He'd share the cake with him.
