Taking note of her peculiar tone, a brow arches in curiosity. Arms fold before slithering down to the bow’s pockets. His slender frame leans casually to the side.
「愚者」— ❝ No. ❞
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❝Didn’t think so.❞
It was only obvious. Cerise watched his movements, even finding herself to slightly imitate his position. She raised her hand over her twitching nose, slightly rubbing it in hopes it’d take away from the rather strongscent.
❝You got anything on you, like, I dunno– a moose or something?❞
