[A cheesy, puffed-corn daisy comes flying Vicious's way. He can't take it as anything but teasing.
This was supposed to be sweet. Smooth, even. Now it just feels— lame. Like a kid showing his babysitter a cut-up paper heart. Or at least, what he imagines that must feel like.]
Turned out shit, anyway. Just— forget about it, alright?
[But then, as he exits the kitchen and stares at the damn thing, another cheesy puff raised to his mouth, he mumbles—]
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[A cheesy, puffed-corn daisy comes flying Vicious's way. He can't take it as anything but teasing.
This was supposed to be sweet. Smooth, even. Now it just feels— lame.
Like a kid showing his babysitter a cut-up paper heart. Or at least, what he imagines that must feel like.]
Turned out shit, anyway. Just— forget about it, alright?
[But then, as he exits the kitchen and stares at the damn thing, another cheesy puff raised to his mouth, he mumbles—]
Or— forget about it when I get it out of here.