James' eyes widened. But what about.. going out? And .. and.. and..
Putting it simply he couldn't fathom having more than himself to look after let alone a brood of seven dopelgangers. Frightening.
Perhaps he'd been a little rash in gulping the stuff down. It tasted HORRIBLE. He groaned and gagged, shaking his head profusely when she asked him if he was alright. Did he look it? "Ha.. so you did." Urgh.
He stared at her. "It's not the women you have to worry about - although never, ever get on the wrong side of a angry female but their boyfriends. Pheweee! They're quite the men. Right hook and all." Oh yes. James' right cheek(and subsequently teeth) would never quite forget that meeting with his fist.
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