[ this young man and his sweets, viren would remark to himself, if he weren't feeling somewhat stressed over what's largely a harmless situation. upon meeting eyes with juza, he wrenches himself free -- with finality -- from the attendant's grip. they receive a scathing look. ]
No, no we don't.
[ and looking back to the turnskin, coupled with a deep, grumbling sigh, ]
Come. ... Let's be on our way, Juza. [ quickly amended: ] Elsewhere.
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No, no we don't.
[ and looking back to the turnskin, coupled with a deep, grumbling sigh, ]
Come. ... Let's be on our way, Juza. [ quickly amended: ] Elsewhere.