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That displeased him; his alabaster brow furrowed. He shook his head, frowning.
"This is more complicated than I'd planned," he murmured to himself.
I picked up a breadstick and began nibbling on the end, measuring his expression. I wondered
when it
would be okay to start questioning him.
"Usually you're in a better mood when your eyes are so light," I commented, trying to distract
him from
whatever thought had left him frowning and somber.
He stared at me, stunned. "What?"
"You're always crabbier when your eyes are black -- I expect it then," I went on. "I have a theory
about
that."
His eyes narrowed. "More theories?"
"Mm-hm." I chewed on a small bite of the bread, trying to look indifferent.
"I hope you were more creative this time... or are you still stealing from comic books?" His faint
smile
was mocking; his eyes were still tight.
"Well, no, I didn't get it from a comic book, but I didn't come up with it on my own, either," I
confessed.
"And?" he prompted.
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