[The way Ain kicks his shin is unexpected, but not unwelcome. He curses softly, yet that smirk on his lips remains as he readjusts in his seat in the booth, chin propped up in his hand.]
You pointed right at it. And I saw you eyeballing the sprinkles. I’d be asking if you were four, but it’s sad enough you’ve never had one that I’m not questioning it.
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Date: 2024-02-06 03:51 pm (UTC)You pointed right at it. And I saw you eyeballing the sprinkles. I’d be asking if you were four, but it’s sad enough you’ve never had one that I’m not questioning it.
[Seriously Ain what did your parents feed you-]