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Shylin drew back as he rests his forehead to her own, his lips quirked into a smile a lower arm rests against her waist.
“What would they think if they saw you now?”
Her fins twitched, expression placid as she stared back at him. It was the same back and forth as it always was, it was almost normal.
“They’d blame you, say that you must be controlling me.”
“Almost certainly, but that’s the fun that comes from being the bad guy. I see why you do it so often.”
Her fins drooped slightly as she let out a soft huff, opting not to respond. Shylin’s wings puffed up a bit as his upper hands cup the side of her face.
“Hey it’s nothing personal, well it is I won’t lie, but I doubt they’d remain your friends if they knew what you were really like.”
“And what am I like?”
He gently brushes a thumb against her cheek, his voice softening.
“There’s nothing there. Your feelings may be real, the sorrow may be true, but the depths of those feelings are shallow. So much of what you show is mimicry, Moonlight.”
“Calling someone shallow is hardly a compliment.”
“Then it’s a good thing I wasn’t doing that.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Setting the stage for you to prove me wrong.”