[for some reason, this question flusters francel, bringing a blush that zephirin cannot see to his cheeks. (in the kitchen, as he passes by, older brother stephanivien asks francel what he's smiling about.)]
i didn't think of myself as being in your clutches... but i'll finish up our lunchboxes and then shower and sleep
[a little message bubble indicates that he is typing for an unusually long amount of time, and then:]
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i didn't think of myself as being in your clutches...
but i'll finish up our lunchboxes and then shower and sleep
[a little message bubble indicates that he is typing for an unusually long amount of time, and then:]
good night, zephirin