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‘    come on,    you jest!    this isn’t edible.    ’    sun-kissed hand motions,    wrist bending towards arrangement and displeasure bound in countenance.    lips purse,    chin canting upwards with forged regality despite height’s difference.    he disliked the advantage!    chest swelling, shoulders rigid.    why had he grown so tall?    ‘    –    hmph.    it does not matter,    anyway.    i don’t eat.    ’    brows pinch above lifted eyes.    ‘    nor will i be dictated to.    ’    one hand’s fingers pluck at anonymous metal pinned to nemes.    ‘    explain this    …    –    device to me.    ’

        ❝ EVERYONE here is getting drunk. i’m admired you’re not one of them. and before you ask, the only reason i refuse to drink is because i don’t want to BLACKOUT in public. i’m afraid that if i start drinking, i might not stop. ❞