[Ha!! Yeah, alright. He'll believe that one next time they're drowning in a flesh-hungry mob. Idiot.
...Oh. That's.
That's a compliment.
The horrible grin fades into something sweeter, something he won't own up to later. He knocks his shoulder into Keats', now fussing with his own hair.]
Of course it isn't "half-bad". It's me. My voice is incredible.
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...Oh. That's.
That's a compliment.
The horrible grin fades into something sweeter, something he won't own up to later. He knocks his shoulder into Keats', now fussing with his own hair.]
Of course it isn't "half-bad". It's me. My voice is incredible.
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But thanks.