"Hm?" He looks over, chewing his waffle. "Oh, nothing. That was a joke."
THE CURTAIN RISES!
*That made him tilt his head a bit*
"Wait, what happens if my heart ISN'T pure?"
along with them. Octavo drizzles the sweet syrup in every crevice of his pastry. "This is more like it. I guess your heart was indeed pure, lad."
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