[ He lets his arms rest comfortably on Aventurine's waist, though his expression is more muted than usual. Contemplative, like his inability to accurately predict what this universe will throw at him next is starting to wear on him. ]
As sound as I can be, in a place where the rules of the world are complete nonsense.
...I suppose your luck won out in the end, however.
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As sound as I can be, in a place where the rules of the world are complete nonsense.
...I suppose your luck won out in the end, however.