He parts his lips to make sure he can trap those wayward fingers with a
bright smile bursting forth on his lips, somewhat contrary to what they're
doing, but this has always filled him with an innate sense of joy that's
hard to shake off. "I am, at that."
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He parts his lips to make sure he can trap those wayward fingers with a bright smile bursting forth on his lips, somewhat contrary to what they're doing, but this has always filled him with an innate sense of joy that's hard to shake off. "I am, at that."