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Jax clicked his tongue and huffed in irritation.
“ I haave NOTHING to do in your rooom .ᐟ “
With that, he pulled away from her, fully determined to walk off by himself.
He got about five steps.
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Just helping him walk, she'd secure her grip at his waist, though the angle is awkward due to the very obvious difference in height. Just letting him lean against her in the meantime, Pomni would brush off her irritation with being used like some armrest.
Stopping at his question however,
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“ This is embaarrassingg . . . “
By the time Pomni helps him to his feet, he’s practically hanging off her, his full weight slumped against her side.
“ Please. “
He lowers his voice and closes his eyes, as if that somehow helps.
“ Don’t let . . . any—one see me–. . . like this. “
