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Cinnamon Swirl - Speak of the Devil (Sham's Pocky Chain)
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Timeframe : 1260's
“Why do you look at me like that sometimes?” He’s got his father’s expression spot on; one brow raised, lips slightly quirked. It’s like twenty years have slipped away.
Kairn shakes his head. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” Sham scrunches up his face in thought, and Kairn’s almost ready to retract the comparison. Almost. “Like someone’s just hit you, I suppose.”
Kairn sighs. “Sometimes,” he says. “Sometimes you look a little too familiar.”
Shamino laughs at that. “I’d hope I look familiar. You’ve only been looking at me my whole life.”
Kairn laughs too as he tousles the boy’s hair.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260's
“Why do you look at me like that sometimes?” He’s got his father’s expression spot on; one brow raised, lips slightly quirked. It’s like twenty years have slipped away.
Kairn shakes his head. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” Sham scrunches up his face in thought, and Kairn’s almost ready to retract the comparison. Almost. “Like someone’s just hit you, I suppose.”
Kairn sighs. “Sometimes,” he says. “Sometimes you look a little too familiar.”
Shamino laughs at that. “I’d hope I look familiar. You’ve only been looking at me my whole life.”
Kairn laughs too as he tousles the boy’s hair.