[Muuuuuust be a thing from living five hundred odd years.]
... Okay.
[She is trying her hardest not to be feeling a big thing about this, but her hands cannot be kept busy enough on the next heart. Green and yellow. Disgusting.]
Does he talk about me as much as I talk about him? Because that'd be a dead giveaway, I think.
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... Okay.
[She is trying her hardest not to be feeling a big thing about this, but her hands cannot be kept busy enough on the next heart. Green and yellow. Disgusting.]
Does he talk about me as much as I talk about him? Because that'd be a dead giveaway, I think.