he’d been told to play nice. to be well mannered and behave, an occasional warning or scolding from aro himself. reprimanding him as if he were a child seemed to claw at his skin, but he would oblige ( for now at least ). lips curl into a saccharine smile, ivory teeth flashed as dark raven lashes sweep along his cheek bones. voice layered thickly with an optimistic tone as his brow arches. “ aro wishes to know if you need anything. felix and myself are to head into the square tonight and he made it clear that he doesn't wish for you to go without. “
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