[ He simply looks up at the sky, murmuring softly — devious, devious Nina, she'd just had to go and stretch, earlier, sow the thoughts merrily. Well they paid off quickly, he rubs the back of his neck — she really is shameless and it's terrible. He hates it. No Fjerdan girl would ever do this, he would never have been made to be in this corner. ]
You could just describe it to me, [ he says, grumpily. ] there was no need for... this.
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You could just describe it to me, [ he says, grumpily. ] there was no need for... this.
[ i can't believe you've done this dot vine ]