It really is, right? After all, here Ange is sitting. Married, for one, which is already one of those things she just never even imagined for herself, if not just because she couldn't even envision a single future for herself at all. And then there's this witch of all people sitting here with her, patting her on the arm like that, smiling warmly.
If Ange didn't know any better, she'd say she was just dreaming a really strange and long dream.
But it's not a dream. ]
What's up with you.. [ It's not a real protest though. Not in the way Ange would usually protest to Beatrice of all people, anyway, when they usually don't hold back on bothering each other in the most catty ways.
No, this is mumbled. She's pouting, a hint of a blush on her cheeks, even though she ducks her head a little to try and hide it. ]
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It really is, right? After all, here Ange is sitting. Married, for one, which is already one of those things she just never even imagined for herself, if not just because she couldn't even envision a single future for herself at all. And then there's this witch of all people sitting here with her, patting her on the arm like that, smiling warmly.
If Ange didn't know any better, she'd say she was just dreaming a really strange and long dream.
But it's not a dream. ]
What's up with you.. [ It's not a real protest though. Not in the way Ange would usually protest to Beatrice of all people, anyway, when they usually don't hold back on bothering each other in the most catty ways.
No, this is mumbled. She's pouting, a hint of a blush on her cheeks, even though she ducks her head a little to try and hide it. ]
Suddenly saying sappy things like that.