"Waiting for you." Brutus told her as he glanced at her. She was so... wholesome. He wasn't even sure how he was supposed to function and be her friend. What if she made him nice or something? Then who would he be? Brutus 'Nice' Macnair?
No.
He stood up, towering over her, and looked down at her. "Do you want to walk to dinner with me? It took you like.. an hour to come down, so I'm kind of starving now. We should walk fast."
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