[ Tatara's eyes rest pointedly on the hand resting on the back of the chair, and he pouts his lips slightly.
In a sudden flurry of motion, he grabs a pink marker, a blank square of paper, and slides it across the table. He looks up at Mikaela with a grin belonging more to a 6-year-old than a 22-year-old. ]
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In a sudden flurry of motion, he grabs a pink marker, a blank square of paper, and slides it across the table. He looks up at Mikaela with a grin belonging more to a 6-year-old than a 22-year-old. ]
Sit and write your name, and then I'll answer.