[Good thing Chuuya doesn’t get his feelings hurt easily. He simply shrugs, mumbles another “fine”, and pours himself another cup of coffee.]
I’m heading up to my room.
[With that Chuuya leaves, but Dylas will find enough coffee left for a mug for himself if he wants it. It’s a small, probably insignificant peace offering, but it is what it is.]
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I’m heading up to my room.
[With that Chuuya leaves, but Dylas will find enough coffee left for a mug for himself if he wants it. It’s a small, probably insignificant peace offering, but it is what it is.]