[ Felix stares at Dimitri, entirely unconvinced. ]
You're hopeless. [ (says the one who's really no better.) He throws a string cheese to Dimitri and takes one for himself before closing the fridge. ] What do you want to eat? We'll order something.
[ He reaches into his pocket, but comes up empty and he realizes oh, right, his wallet's in his bag, which is in Lysithea's possession because he ran out of class like a lovesick fool, which Dimitri accurately guessed earlier.
Casually as possible, he shoves that hand back in his pocket. ] I'll pay you back later. [ smooth. ]
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You're hopeless. [ (says the one who's really no better.) He throws a string cheese to Dimitri and takes one for himself before closing the fridge. ] What do you want to eat? We'll order something.
[ He reaches into his pocket, but comes up empty and he realizes oh, right, his wallet's in his bag, which is in Lysithea's possession because he ran out of class like a lovesick fool, which Dimitri accurately guessed earlier.
Casually as possible, he shoves that hand back in his pocket. ] I'll pay you back later. [ smooth. ]