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doveswept

can this wait?  i have to get going

hezaps

@doveswept,     the walking sun?  i don’t ——-    [    a pause,  swallowing thickly.    ]    thank you.  but i know,  i mean,  i’ll leave you to what you need to do now.  yeah?
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doveswept

@lionswarm      that’s the thing,  i don’t want you to feel bad.  it’s not your fault that you’re the walking sun.  [ it’s his half attempt at trying to lighten the situation. ] it’s fine, but we need to come to an understanding that we don’t have to be around each other /all/ the time. 
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hezaps

@doveswept,    how?    [    and it would be a lie to say if he wasn’t offended by the comment.  although offended wasn’t the right word,  it was hurt.  and it was clear on his face,  but he only takes responsibility.  never deflecting it,    ]    i’m sorry that i made you feel that way,  dove.  i can leave.
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doveswept

what are you trying to say?   

hezaps

@doveswept,    [the little detail doesn’t escape lee, although he pulls back reflexively. or perhaps he noticed the discomfort  (which he had). however, his hands reach to the back of his own head, pulling out his ponytail.]    practice’s over,    [he muses, standing up before reaching his hands into his sport uniform’s pockets.]    i’m glad,  did you end up giving it to them?  ‘cause let’s go somewhere to eat.  i’m starving.
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doveswept

@lionswarm     [the sudden closeness causes dove’s body to become tense and he immediately shifts out of the others grasp, making space between the two of them.]  i know,  but i had to give something to someone.  i’m not hurt,  i’m okay.  it’s okay.  
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hezaps

@doveswept,      why are you here?  you could’ve gotten hurt.    [hands grapple onto the boy’s shoulders,  brown irises fixated on him with concern etched in her eyes.]     brooms are flying everywhere,  one could hit your head.    [on queue,  hands rose to gently place on his head,  making sure nothing had hit him.]
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