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"No, no, no. I did not say that," she said, picking up her wine. "It was figurative."
He folded his arms. "You want him to join you?"
Blaise was on the roof, her brows furrowed.
Their drinks arrived. "Just trust me, alright."
"You told me the same thing."
(Blaise and Ellis?)
"You'll see when it gets here."
He looked up. "It's the middle of the night."
(All)
"Maybe that too. I think both."
"For a bit. What are you doing?"
(Yoop!)
"I'm not good at describing things," he admitted.
Zad approached, straightening his coat. "Adeline."
Dion sighed, heading out. Blaise pinched the bridge of her nose before standing up and going to her room.
"No, it's not gross. You'll see."
Zadkiel went outside, he watched from a distance, fixing his tie.
Her eyes narrowed at his words, and she frowned. Dion, sighed, looking tired. "Fine. You have temporary control, since no one else seems as fit...
She looked thoughtful. "You'll have to find out."
He sighed, lying back.
