[ she just happens to have a jar of the red drink in her hands, occasionally turning it around and around as if unsure of what to do with it.
noticing the heavy gaze directed at her, lorem can feel her face burn hot as she ducks her head. at least she has the ready excuse to type out a reply for faith. ]
I’ll be happy to. Do you want a drink? I’ve been stuck with this for a while.
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noticing the heavy gaze directed at her, lorem can feel her face burn hot as she ducks her head. at least she has the ready excuse to type out a reply for faith. ]
I’ll be happy to. Do you want a drink? I’ve been stuck with this for a while.