Well, when unstoppable awkwardness meets immoveable self-denigration, something has to give, right? [ It was the conversational wrong wire cut in an attempt to defuse the tense atmosphere, and Drift knew it.
Sighing, he finally tore his gaze from the silent city and looked at his amica. ]
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Sighing, he finally tore his gaze from the silent city and looked at his amica. ]
You're a terrible liar, you know.