Just as you're calming down, Sipara comes out with that, and you choke on the air.
What the hell?
"Don't - don't bring me into this," you splutter out, your righteous indignation somewhat ruined by the way laughter keeps bubbling up over your words. OA is pretty enough, but - no way in hell. "I'm not going to - why would I - you're a horrible person, you know that -"
You don't hear the door open behind you. Probably for the best: your face is currently buried behind an arm, like it'll hide the way you've gone cherry red, and you're wheezing for air that doesn't want to come. You're a little occupied to be worrying about OA.
[pheres you protest too much]
What the hell?
"Don't - don't bring me into this," you splutter out, your righteous indignation somewhat ruined by the way laughter keeps bubbling up over your words. OA is pretty enough, but - no way in hell. "I'm not going to - why would I - you're a horrible person, you know that -"
You don't hear the door open behind you. Probably for the best: your face is currently buried behind an arm, like it'll hide the way you've gone cherry red, and you're wheezing for air that doesn't want to come. You're a little occupied to be worrying about OA.