[ A reluctant smile forms as he takes a deep draught of his coffee, giving Mollymauk the time to calm down from his laughter. It's infectious, although Fjord manages to hold down a smirk with admirable effort. ]
She knows now that she's ... not my type.
[ Another bite of that tart instead of looking up at the one in front of him, aha. ]
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She knows now that she's ... not my type.
[ Another bite of that tart instead of looking up at the one in front of him, aha. ]