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β A brow quirks at the comment before he gives a sheepish grin, nudging his index against the new shades as if testing just how well they fit. His attention soon returns to the stranger, eyes tracing over their features for a moment before he nods.
β Ah~ So a π³π¦π’π saviour, β·
either a kindred spirit or someone who knows how to party. . . colour him quite intrigued with this stranger.
β ah, but no need for the gratitude, mon ami! I merely do what Supes will not. β
he matches charm for charm, turning up the accent a little to smooth out his words and make ---
α΅Κ°α΅ππΉπ¬π΅πͺπ―π΄π¨π΅
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β Naturally, the foreign object has him peeking between his fingers, the blue hue staring up; gauging the other's mannerisms for a moment before he breathes out a tired laugh.
β I'd prefer a hangover, really~ At least it means I had fun~ β Prying the sunglasses free, he unfolds them, β·
flipping off his shades and tucking them into the collar of the stranger's shirt as he passes.
β not to be presumptuous, but those hangovers are a bitch, non? sunglasses are on the house. β
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β Broken shades in his hand, he's got a hand over his eyes to shield them from the light. He's wishing he could fight the sun right about now.
