[His scalp tingles for just a second, before Verso snaps his attention to a stray strand in front of his face. He grips it between his fingers and swears, before snapping his attention to Shadow Milk. His eyes narrow for a moment, and he truly does consider making a scene.
But in the end he finds a grin coiling over his lips, easy as can be.]
Well, aren't you a kind soul.
[He'll have to excuse himself to the bathroom to scream later, but for now...]
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But in the end he finds a grin coiling over his lips, easy as can be.]
Well, aren't you a kind soul.
[He'll have to excuse himself to the bathroom to scream later, but for now...]