Chapter XX: I Dislike You
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Poète swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of his vest.
“Oh dear… you shouldn’t be here."
He mumbled.
“Please, Poe? For a friend?”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBUExJVQnv
Poète laughed, rubbing his temples.
“I-I don’t… like you, ok?!”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HZ8WOADON
Poète stammered.
“We aren’t friends! You left me when we were teenagers and then when I finally got my life together you ran into me, told me I lost the plot, and murdered my real friends!”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLo6zKmVJzI
“Murdered?! They weren’t even alive in the first place! Besides, I said I was sorry.”
Fidèle snapped.
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“They never stayed if they were never there to begin with.”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVabmmxdStO
“Then they never left either! Speaking of left you left me with a monster so you could go comfort that… that… clock man!”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcFroKQM9OX
Fidèle sputtered.
“C-Clock man?!”
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“Yes…!”
Poète announced hesitantly, crossing his arms.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSgiRoQlby
“He was a sweet man!”
Fidèle cried defensively, jabbing a finger at his chest.
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“He was most certainly not!”
She hesitated for a moment.
“...He made… mistakes!”
“Oh dear, how dreadfully interesting it’s plural.”
Poète grinned, the salty twinge of sarcasm lacing through his voice as he leaned down to her level.
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She hissed.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head.
“Why is that?”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPWCe2om1a
She inquired with mock cheerfulness.
Poète’s wide smile twisted downward as he rolled his shoulders back.
“I dislike you, mon cher.”
He grumbled.
Fidèle raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
“That’s a lie.”
Poète turned around and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“I know… and it’s dreadfully exasperating.”
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