[He's a thirteen-year-old douchebird and has never been the best at reading people, but that doesn't really seem like a happy answer. And if it's just her, then it must be really quiet at home.
His apartment during the game was hella creepy, with only Rose's pester chimes and his fan (useless in his planet's heat) breaking the heavy silence, no matter how hard he listened for footsteps.
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His apartment during the game was hella creepy, with only Rose's pester chimes and his fan (useless in his planet's heat) breaking the heavy silence, no matter how hard he listened for footsteps.
He shifts again, pillowing his head on his arm.]
You wanna talk about it?