[ those words catch him off guard, his spine stiffening in sudden — shame? anger? he has no intention of beginning a dalliance with anyone here, his lack of experience in such things notwithstanding, but no one knows the truth. that augustine would say something so pointed, intentionally or not, sends panic fluttering through his chest.
a mere coincidence. nothing more. and yet it stings all the same. carefully, he tempers the hot flush that threatens to rise in his cheeks, the fury that edges in. ]
as long as you prove yourself both useful and trustworthy, i don't care what you think. have my flowers ready.
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a mere coincidence. nothing more. and yet it stings all the same. carefully, he tempers the hot flush that threatens to rise in his cheeks, the fury that edges in. ]
as long as you prove yourself both useful and trustworthy, i don't care what you think.
have my flowers ready.