[that's another thing that makes him nervous-- going the more forsaken path. He doesn't want to end up-- well, dead, of course. The Situation isn't helping him try to shake off the memories, shake off that cloying taste of desperation.
Then again that's his deodorant practically. He wrenches himself out of Lavi's gentle grip just a little]
Don't you dare sing that shit down here. It's heavy metal, to fit the mood. Or something by Enya.
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Then again that's his deodorant practically. He wrenches himself out of Lavi's gentle grip just a little]
Don't you dare sing that shit down here. It's heavy metal, to fit the mood. Or something by Enya.