[ And Rhys's stomach promptly plummets all the ways to his feet. His fingers practically trip over themselves the way he types, trying as fast as he can to fire off another message. ]
Wait!! Wait wait wait don't don't okay??? Just stop.
[ He feels like he's going to have a heart attack. ]
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Wait!! Wait wait wait don't don't okay??? Just stop.
[ He feels like he's going to have a heart attack. ]
Just tell me what you want it for okay? I'll
I can get it just don't show anyone.