He colors. He can feel it. He ducks his already turned head, letting his hair become a veil and scratching at the back of it to make it more of one. But he knows. It's too late.
"Right. Sure. Whatever."
He snatches up the bracelet quick and looks about for some, or any excuse he can use to take off. Now.
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Date: 2018-07-25 12:34 am (UTC)"Right. Sure. Whatever."
He snatches up the bracelet quick and looks about for some, or any excuse he can use to take off. Now.