[ well. most of that is right - he is awfully nosy, but he won't say that. there's a little smile on his face as he reads over the pages, bringing a hand to his mouth to keep his smile slightly muted.
impulsive, not particularly. unreliable... well. there are thoughts, buried somewhere deep, but, they're just that - perfectly buried. temenos hums at the accusation, very much who's to say. ]
Perhaps, perhaps. [ they're right! the lean is allowed. affection week. ] I don't suppose any of these are a perfect match - it's impossible to group people together perfectly just on the date of their birth. [ a cynic at his finest. ] What's yours? Of these.
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impulsive, not particularly. unreliable... well. there are thoughts, buried somewhere deep, but, they're just that - perfectly buried. temenos hums at the accusation, very much who's to say. ]
Perhaps, perhaps. [ they're right! the lean is allowed. affection week. ] I don't suppose any of these are a perfect match - it's impossible to group people together perfectly just on the date of their birth. [ a cynic at his finest. ] What's yours? Of these.