βN-no! I mean... I didn't mean that...β
He needed something to calm down, so he finished his coffee, took the last bite of cake, and cleared his throat. Hadn't Tastho heard what he had just said? At least he was relieved; he wouldn't say something stupid like that again. >
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" . . .
I was already at your house. "
. . .
Well, he isn't incorrect
" Want me to walk you back? "
He asked as he would focus on the food.
If Grumps isn't going to make eye contact then they can focus on the cake in front of them.
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"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.
