[ He... brought them here for the apples. Oh. Fandaniel mutters under his breath but looks away. He absolutely does not want Tylor getting any weird ideas from the faint blush that creeps across his cheeks. It is, in part, fueled by anger.
How dare he be nice. How dare he hold his hand and lead him to candied apples and, yes, they are still holding hands. This is ridiculous. ]
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How dare he be nice. How dare he hold his hand and lead him to candied apples and, yes, they are still holding hands. This is ridiculous. ]
Mm, yes, whatever I want... with my gold.