[eridan narrows his eyes a touch at that suspiciousness, and at a vague haze of deja vu — but chalks it up to a long day, scratches out trip moch, and begins again.
but he can't escape the feeling of familiarity. needlessly, he hangs a moment longer.]
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but he can't escape the feeling of familiarity. needlessly, he hangs a moment longer.]
That all? There's a special goin' on for scones.