[ He shrugs stiffly, hopping down off the counter and shoving his hands in his pockets. This had all sounded better in his head, back when he'd thought he'd have an actual finished product to present, instead of chocolate flavored carnage.
He steels himself. ]
It was supposed to be for you. Which— yeah, I know. Like I said, you can laugh.
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He steels himself. ]
It was supposed to be for you. Which— yeah, I know. Like I said, you can laugh.