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“I’m not wallowing, I’m avoiding my cousin.” He corrected, looking right at her while making it very clear that he wasn’t moving from his spot. He didn’t need to use names. She knew who he was talking about and that his refusal to attend had nothing to do with their loss. “My bruises are barely noticeable now and I’m not looking to get more. Not right now at least.”
Tae tried (and failed) to stop himself from smiling as Ayla animated the stuffed lamb she brought with her, which was apparently named Marshmallow. He watched as it made its way from the floor onto his head and he couldn’t deny that it was hard to stand his ground with it staring at him. He pulled himself into a sitting position, trying to hold onto the last shred of his willpower, which a small, stuffed lamb was quickly stealing.
“Noona, your lamb is cute but it’ll take more than that to convince me.” He lied as he made eye contact with her. He was confident that he would never hear the end of it if he let her win so easily and he was determined to make her fight for it at least a little longer.
“My perspective is that the last time I went to an Umbra party, Renlin almost killed me and I don’t have a death wish.” He responded, not caring if he was being a buzzkill. Yeah, it sucked that they lost and Ayla’s attempt to turn it into something positive was admirable but he was not at all inclined to attend an event being hosted by the person who despised him most. There wasn’t a single part of that which didn’t spell out ‘recipe for disaster’.
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@eunoia - Ayla
translation
Noona = older sister/female friend
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@Madilfill - Ren