[ Few people meet Royce's gaze with any kind of comparable intensity. Royce maybe loses himself for a brief moment, searching, struggling for a foothold. He doesn't find one. ]
I've yet to find that that's... quite the case.
[ ...and after another beat he glances away at some errant particles of sugar left on the far edge of the table. ]
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I've yet to find that that's... quite the case.
[ ...and after another beat he glances away at some errant particles of sugar left on the far edge of the table. ]
So... Halloween plans?