You can't blame a guy for what he does in his sleep!
[It's a weak argument, but an argument he was going to make regardless. But as Lea sits up, brushing his own clothes off, he pauses, eyes widening.]
[Wait... he knows that voice.]
[He openly gapes at the silver-haired boy. He's not wearing that black coat, but he recognizes him from the graveyard. Instantly, a cold wave runs down his spine.]
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[It's a weak argument, but an argument he was going to make regardless. But as Lea sits up, brushing his own clothes off, he pauses, eyes widening.]
[Wait... he knows that voice.]
[He openly gapes at the silver-haired boy. He's not wearing that black coat, but he recognizes him from the graveyard. Instantly, a cold wave runs down his spine.]
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