[ He stops in the middle of biting into the melon pan in his hand and glances up at her, his eyes briefly meeting hers before looking away again. It truly is something, isn't it? She can't stand his eyes because his tears down her walls, and he can't stand hers because of that damn light behind them.
Yet he keeps taking glances in her direction, unable to completely resist the pull that she has on him, whether she realizes it or not. ]
Tch... it's a small world, then. Damn author.
[ Authors have always been good at getting on his nerves, after all. ]
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Yet he keeps taking glances in her direction, unable to completely resist the pull that she has on him, whether she realizes it or not. ]
Tch... it's a small world, then. Damn author.
[ Authors have always been good at getting on his nerves, after all. ]