[ Daniel blinks hard, eyes trying their best to refocus on Armand's face, to take in his words.. but all he can feel is a strange kind of longing to carry on kissing him, to not say anything because their talks usually lead to arguments and it's been months since he last saw him and, God, can't it just be good for a little while longer before it all goes to shit?
And then he clocks what he said, and lets out a stupid noise. ]
The ice cream, the.. I got so mad, that's what it was? The ice cream is... drugged?
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And then he clocks what he said, and lets out a stupid noise. ]
The ice cream, the.. I got so mad, that's what it was? The ice cream is... drugged?