[Leon scratches at the back of his head, one hand on his hip as she surveys the damage. So much planning and hard work undone by a fucking hang-gliding rat.]
I, uh. Yeah. [He takes the candle and looks at it, chuckling despite himself.] They had them on sale. It, uh. Made me think of you. There was a bunch of sugar cookie and cupcake scented ones and stuff too, they're in your room. Our room. [He feels his ears get hot and he clears his throat, tucking the candle close.]
How'd the errand go? [He sort of shuffles his foot behind him, trying to crowd all the petals but only managing to spread them out more. He looks over his shoulder at the mess and heaves a sigh.] I guess I can't convince you to leave again for another 20 minutes, can I?
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I, uh. Yeah. [He takes the candle and looks at it, chuckling despite himself.] They had them on sale. It, uh. Made me think of you. There was a bunch of sugar cookie and cupcake scented ones and stuff too, they're in your room. Our room. [He feels his ears get hot and he clears his throat, tucking the candle close.]
How'd the errand go? [He sort of shuffles his foot behind him, trying to crowd all the petals but only managing to spread them out more. He looks over his shoulder at the mess and heaves a sigh.] I guess I can't convince you to leave again for another 20 minutes, can I?