(Of course, he holds it well. He's had centuries to perfect his act.)
How boring!
(He sounds like he's whining and he lets out a loud and dramatic sigh. That's right. There's no point in despairing or crying right now so he holds his head up high, keeps his chest out, and turns to Alhaitham. On pale, white skin, the crack is a thin dark line, the missing spot like a freckle,
Though small, he wraps his fist around the chip, )
It's the least you can do after sitting back and watching.
(The last time they had met had been under similar, hadn't it? He'd been studying away, observing something in the city,)
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How boring!
(He sounds like he's whining and he lets out a loud and dramatic sigh. That's right. There's no point in despairing or crying right now so he holds his head up high, keeps his chest out, and turns to Alhaitham. On pale, white skin, the crack is a thin dark line, the missing spot like a freckle,
Though small, he wraps his fist around the chip, )
It's the least you can do after sitting back and watching.
(The last time they had met had been under similar, hadn't it? He'd been studying away, observing something in the city,)
What did you see with those eyes?