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— Jamie — Anti stepped into the room, sighing — we… we need to talk about something.

"Yeah?" Jameson signed nervously; that didn't look good. The glitch sat on the bed and he sat by his side.

— It's something that have been bugging me for a while — he scratched the back of his neck — and I didn't know how to tell you without hurting you, but I can't keep this to myself anymore.

Anti looked at JJ, waiting for any reaction. Nothing came, aside from the big brown eyes staring at him. He sighed once more.

— We need to talk about the worrying speed your collection of Christmas socks are growing. Really Jamie, I don't know how you use all of them, but everyday I put the clothes in the washing machine and it gets almost full only with your socks!

Jameson blinked twice and laughed, covering his face.

[Honeybee you're going to kill me someday!]