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[dumber]

[ He was actually— going to defend that, dude. The real Tosaki ran him over before teaming up with him, you know. ]

. . . Miss Peony ran away?

[ After everything she said about him, it felt— weird— to have that be the actually cause. ]

[ringrust]

Something like that. The thing I tried not to let happen happened, and it drove her away just like I knew it would.

[He runs his hand through his hair with a half-growl, half-sigh.]

If you do happen to see her around, pretend I never told you.

[dumber]

[ . . . He doesn't get it.

But then again when does he ever. ]

After everything she said . . . C'mon, that's— she wouldn't run away from you.

[ It means something. Even he wished he knew how that felt. ]

[ringrust]

[What makes him so special that he and Peony were both able to bond so fast and put their full belief into each other?! It's not that Mal's jealous or anything, except for the part where that's exactly what it is.]

Drop it.

[Or he'll remind him just why he makes people run away.]

[dumber]

[ His shoulders subtly flinch upwards, but eyes hardly stray away from a stare that stretched for quite a few moments. Or what, you'll punch me again? he almost says, inhaling and ready to let the words roll off his tongue— until a little voice at the back of his mind tells him not to.

While he had things to do . . . That can wait. He'll look around first. Now Ethan's the one that adjusts his bag and gets ready to leave Mallory to his own paintrain.

It's funny, how they're both jealous about the same thing and can't even see it. Before he can stop himself a second time, it's too late to hold his tongue as he pushes by him, trekking to the doorway and looking back at Mallory with rising fumes. ]

You don't know how lucky you really are.

[ That hanging session is taking the back seat for now— time to look around. ]