[ He doesn't even need to look over in her direction to know who it is, the voice alone is enough to give her away.
Alice.
Turning to look away from her, arms remain crossed while his finger stops tapping at the box of tea. It's not that he wishes to come off cold to her it's just... complicated with her. ]
no subject
Alice.
Turning to look away from her, arms remain crossed while his finger stops tapping at the box of tea. It's not that he wishes to come off cold to her it's just... complicated with her. ]
It's fine. I've already been sick.
[ And he didn't enjoy a single moment of it... ]