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"Can we cut the bullshit, already?" There's a slur to his speech, IV drip of pure fuckery holding him back from lashing out the way he wants to. Settled on Eli is a steady glare, barely hidden by heavy lids over drowsy eyes.
"Fucking pandering. Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? Thought you were at least smarter than that. Hey, tell me– you going to scatter me in pieces like Cami? Say I ran off? C’mon. I want to know. What’s the plan?”
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"Shit," he falls back into the passenger seat, completely forgetting that seat belts are a thing and barely closing the car door. "Thanks, man." One sideways glance, and he finds himself laughing. "Hey, how much sunscreen you use on your head?"
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It had been a long fucking night. Even after finally returning home to the manor, he found himself too worked up to find any sort of reprieve. Lev had laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, replaying the entire chain of events over in his mind and trying desperately find the reason within it. Spoiler: he doesn't. Morning comes too soon, demanding of him to start another uncertain day. Freshly showered and completely unprepared, he makes the subtly daunting trip to Eli's office. The door is closed behind him, one of two mugs of fresh coffee in tow in danger of spilling but not quite getting the chance. "I don't even know where to start," he mumbles, setting one mug on the desk for Eli before taking a seat. A hum escapes him, a burning sip taken that pales in comparison to the question at the forefront of his mind. "Did you do that on purpose?"
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