He would've loved the copious amounts of torta di cocco here. He would have midtrialed everyone if it meant keeping it all for himself. With that stupid, smug look on his face when he gets his own way; he remembers the look of shock, like a cat bewildered, when he wiped it off his face—
When did his memory become a gallery of his expressions?
This pause goes a little longer than he wants.
He gives into that weird feeling and smiles (smiles?). ]
No. Yeah. You're right. [ jumping over that, anyway, ] I'll see what I can do when I get back.
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[ It's making him feel weird.
He would've loved the copious amounts of torta di cocco here. He would have midtrialed everyone if it meant keeping it all for himself. With that stupid, smug look on his face when he gets his own way; he remembers the look of shock, like a cat bewildered, when he wiped it off his face—
When did his memory become a gallery of his expressions?
This pause goes a little longer than he wants.
He gives into that weird feeling and smiles (smiles?). ]
No. Yeah. You're right. [ jumping over that, anyway, ] I'll see what I can do when I get back.