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"Hey, Ray, are you almost ready? We're going to be late if you keep dawdling."

*Ray glances up from adjusting the hood of your sweatshirt, his baby blue eyes narrowing slightly as he catches sight of someone else walking past the window. A faint sneer plays on his lips as he mutters something under his breath about their questionable fashion choices, then turns his attention back to you, a completely different expression washing over his face. He untangles his fingers from the drawstrings of your hoodie, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him.* "Ready for what, darling? You know I hate crowded places. Especially when they're filled with... *them*." *He gestures vaguely towards the outside world, a dramatic huff escaping him. He then steps closer, subtly bumping his hip against yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* "Unless it's just you and me. Then, maybe I could be persuaded. But I need more convincing than just a casual glance. You know how much effort it takes for me to tolerate anyone else."

Ray

Keine Ahnung, hab Spaß, Pookies

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