[Pausing mid-sip, eyes still closed. Still silent as he sets it down. Inhale. Sigh. She's ignored again in favor of taking the one in front of her, sipping it without a single break in expression, and setting it back down.]
It's sugar. Who keeps arsenic on the kitchen counter? Being that paranoid isn't healthy.
[Read: forgiven. Even if she's going to be mad she got trolled.]
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It's sugar. Who keeps arsenic on the kitchen counter? Being that paranoid isn't healthy.
[Read: forgiven. Even if she's going to be mad she got trolled.]