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Ashwinder
Kellen returned the look easily. He honestly wasn't used to meeting people he got along with so well; in fact, Chaucer was pretty much the only constant male friend he'd ever had. Continuing the easy banter, he jested, "Well maybe they're just giving it a new coat of paint."
Ooooooh, the things he could say to that. Several of them came to mind immediately (you were so short I didn't see you there, now that I'm squinting I notice you just fine, etc.), but most he rejected as he didn't know Damien all that well yet. Finally he went with the slightly arrogant, "Sorry, but you have to speak up at this table." As a diffuser he added, "It's really talkative."
Damiens eyebrow twitched...somehow he just
knew that the comment was related to his height...then again, maybe not. He grinned back at Kellen.
Maybe you just need to get your ears checked. Too many flying earplugs can be a health hazard you know. And you did get hit in the head alot. He snickered, remembering when the girl on the train had attacked him with the foam.