[ He bites his tongue, because now’s probably not the best time to continue this argument. She has a sharp pointy object in her hand. Best to save riling her up further until she’s unarmed.
Instead, he just slouches back comfortably in the chair she’d pushed him into, crossing one leg over the other as he watches her in fond amusement. ]
Nah, I’m not usually very picky in general. I’m sure I will love whatever you make, just for the mere fact that you made it for me.
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Instead, he just slouches back comfortably in the chair she’d pushed him into, crossing one leg over the other as he watches her in fond amusement. ]
Nah, I’m not usually very picky in general. I’m sure I will love whatever you make, just for the mere fact that you made it for me.