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Posted by Elliott on Jun 13, 2018 7:50:06 GMT -6
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Nov 7, 2024 15:16:03 GMT -6
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Benji most certainly did not try slurping his coffee, so that he could finish up sooner, rather than later. He did not, though the thought certainly occurred to him.
“I think I’d like that,” Benji said. He kept his cool, kept it best he could. It is decidedly uncool to act too eager, especially when cute girls are flirting with you. His voice may have had a light undertone of a throaty growl to it. Purr, meet growl.
He drank his coffee. Steam did not come from his ears. As he drank, his eyes fell to the pink glow in her hand. Benji idly spun the index finger of his free hand at speed, twirling a trail of blue light around for about three seconds. A small whooshing sound accompanied the action.
“I can feel a connection already,” he joked. “We both like to paint the air with color.” They were both such colorful individuals.
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