[It wasn't really intentional. He was annoyed, sure. But he didn't mean to leave her on the floor.
In fact, he caught himself on it, making a glance toward her just to look.
Yeah, he felt just a little bad.
Swell, Arno. You surely know how to handle your own simple pettiness. You're not a boy anymore, mon dieu.
Later, later. It was Steven time now, he really can't focus on it. But it was hard, admittedly. He was trying to be deadpan about it but it wasn't really making him good about it.
He thought some more again, honestly wanting to prioritize Steven.]
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In fact, he caught himself on it, making a glance toward her just to look.
Yeah, he felt just a little bad.
Swell, Arno. You surely know how to handle your own simple pettiness. You're not a boy anymore, mon dieu.
Later, later. It was Steven time now, he really can't focus on it. But it was hard, admittedly. He was trying to be deadpan about it but it wasn't really making him good about it.
He thought some more again, honestly wanting to prioritize Steven.]
The altar may have nectar...or honey.