Benedict takes a breath, blows it out, and picks up a pastry to bite thoughtfully into it, staring past Vlast for a moment. This clearly isn’t about gossip anymore.
“It’s like,” he continues, once he’s finished with the bite, “well how do your kind show that— that they like each other?”
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Date: 2024-11-27 04:47 am (UTC)“It’s like,” he continues, once he’s finished with the bite, “well how do your kind show that— that they like each other?”
He innocently bites the pastry again.