[So Lapis trusted him. That doesn't let him off the hook yet. Steinbeck lets his vines slowly wrap around his arm, forming a very leafy sleeve as he looks over the other, his eyes narrowed.]
I don't like your kind. [Well, somebody's brutally honest.] If you hurt her, I won't take kindly to that, understand?
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[So Lapis trusted him. That doesn't let him off the hook yet. Steinbeck lets his vines slowly wrap around his arm, forming a very leafy sleeve as he looks over the other, his eyes narrowed.]
I don't like your kind. [Well, somebody's brutally honest.] If you hurt her, I won't take kindly to that, understand?