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he wasn't one to show weakness. it was never something he ever did, on purpose or not. so when he first sneezed in front of his guest, his eyes widened and he froze. ❝ ah , i apologize . ❞ but ever quick to recover, he shook his head and let out a sniffle. looking back up and over the counter, he lets out a laugh and waves his hand. ❝ i'm sure it was nothing ! please , continue . ❞
while the other continued, he took the time as he listened to idly rest himself on the counter. his elbow was near the register, and his chin rested on the palm of his hand. his other hand's fingers tapped against the glass in a mindless rhythm, but his eyes stayed trained on who was speaking. that may have been the case, but as time progressed, his eyelids felt heavy and he felt himself swaying. must be nothing, right...? he'll just keep listening, is all.
is what would've been the case, had he not coughed into his hand, causing him to lean back. in doing so, he moved the chair, meaning he moved himself with it. he falls off of it, but manages to fortunately catch himself with a hand on the counter. the adrenaline only caused him to cough into his hand more. what a mess...
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