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Patience is a becoming trait.
Jun, in the midst of trying to figure out how to move without having the substance drip any further down his shirt, side stepped awkwardly in place till he was facing Oliver, who seemed to be frowning at the shade's sight. That, or the smell. Or both.
He gave a careful shrug in Oliver's direction, causing a handful of the red condiment to slid down his skin and cause an irrepressible shiver. "I...I don't... The bottle must be broken," Jun replied, and with the tiniest of movements wiggled the bottle still clasped in one hand, "but it seemed fine when Raya handed it to me."
He gave a careful shrug in Oliver's direction, causing a handful of the red condiment to slid down his skin and cause an irrepressible shiver. "I...I don't... The bottle must be broken," Jun replied, and with the tiniest of movements wiggled the bottle still clasped in one hand, "but it seemed fine when Raya handed it to me."
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