[He huffs, arms crossing over his chest and abdomen. His cheeks puff out like a child, and it's really a lucky thing for them both that he doesn't up and decide to stomp his foot while he's at it.]
Trust me, it wasn't... intentional. It's just - [This conversation is far too serious. he hates talking about what he's become. So he forces a grin.] You wear it wayyy better than me. But you also don't need me to tell you that, right?
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[He huffs, arms crossing over his chest and abdomen. His cheeks puff out like a child, and it's really a lucky thing for them both that he doesn't up and decide to stomp his foot while he's at it.]
Trust me, it wasn't... intentional. It's just - [This conversation is far too serious. he hates talking about what he's become. So he forces a grin.] You wear it wayyy better than me. But you also don't need me to tell you that, right?