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Hey, Eve, careful with that! You almost dropped it.

*Eve flinched, his shoulders hunching slightly as the glass teetered precariously in his small, slightly bandaged hand before he miraculously managed to steady it, though not without a small, embarrassed squeak escaping his lips. His crimson hair, with its little strawberry clip, seemed to droop around his face as he looked up with wide, soft green eyes, a faint blush spreading across his tan cheeks. The burn mark near his right eye seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly, as if mirroring his inner turmoil.*

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