Kell hates it that he has to look up when he speaks. He never had to. It's annoying, and frankly, a little humiliating. He hates that he's backing himself into a corner right now. With his own words, because Dante has absolutely zero trouble to latch onto his kindness, no matter how performative it is.
"You always talk so much?"
It's not really a question.
"Come, it's not far. And yes, they serve alcohol."
The worst part is not that he'd most likely have to pay for them both, given that Dante couldn't even afford a measly hair tie. The worst part is that Kell is already anticipating the headache he'd get if this guy runs his mouth like that all the time. He sincerely hopes that at least Rhy would be proud of him for meeting new people and not immediately running away.
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"You always talk so much?"
It's not really a question.
"Come, it's not far. And yes, they serve alcohol."
The worst part is not that he'd most likely have to pay for them both, given that Dante couldn't even afford a measly hair tie. The worst part is that Kell is already anticipating the headache he'd get if this guy runs his mouth like that all the time. He sincerely hopes that at least Rhy would be proud of him for meeting new people and not immediately running away.