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“Can you— god, can you please take that off.” Talmage grimaces, staring up at the expressive face paint. “I can’t fucking talk to you like this.”
‘It wasn’t a problem for you before.’ Gwynfor’s voice sounds off in Talmage’s head. He idly wonders if he’d be able to keep the clown out of his mind if he tried hard enough. Aurabri was easy, but he gets the feeling it would be a bit trickier with this guy.
“That was before I knew your whole deal—“ Talmage gestures wildly. “And then it was fine after because I just thought it was sad and kind of funny. But now you’re all confident and shit and it’s just weird.”