[ He goes through about fifteen facial expressions as he listens to Andersen talk, at first annoyed, then thinking he's being somewhat sympathetic, then realizing he's just a douche. A part of him feels bad for thinking something about a kid who looks like he hasn't even hit puberty, but a bigger part of him... thinks Andersen's a douche. ]
...It's lean muscle, [ he mumbles, almost like he doesn't want to defend himself, which is a rarity for him. Andersen is savage, and he can already tell he'll have some new smart-ass comment even if Rhys does defend himself. ] I don't— you're, like, twelve! What do you know?
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...It's lean muscle, [ he mumbles, almost like he doesn't want to defend himself, which is a rarity for him. Andersen is savage, and he can already tell he'll have some new smart-ass comment even if Rhys does defend himself. ] I don't— you're, like, twelve! What do you know?