[ Bastien snickers like a prurient teenager, pauses to deem the dog bed complete, and turns on By to wrap his arms around his hips. ]
Fine. Then it is like eating raw onions.
[ Nonsense, but a good excuse for shoving his face into Byerly’s shoulder and giving it a few noisy, painless chomps. Afterwards he leaves his cheek there, and he makes up his mind about how much he cares. ]
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Fine. Then it is like eating raw onions.
[ Nonsense, but a good excuse for shoving his face into Byerly’s shoulder and giving it a few noisy, painless chomps. Afterwards he leaves his cheek there, and he makes up his mind about how much he cares. ]
You’re worth anything anyone could say.