[Husk raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. He won't push, because Vox will close off. There's plenty to talk about, but maybe this isn't the exact way to do it.]
If you say so. [In tones of 'you keep telling yourself that'] Let me know when you're up for a game. We'll figure out where to go.
[He does say so!!! Gosh! Well, whatever, Husk is letting it go so Vox will shove it aside also. That last remark deserves more attention away. Is that a backwards compliment? Seems like it. He huffs.]
Right back atcha.
[It's not exactly a shout, but still said at a volume where Husk can hear it even as he walks out the door. So long for now, cat goon.]
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If you say so. [In tones of 'you keep telling yourself that'] Let me know when you're up for a game. We'll figure out where to go.
And Vox? You're not as bad as I thought.
[Is that forgiveness? Understanding? Who knows.
Husk turns to go out the door and go home.]
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Right back atcha.
[It's not exactly a shout, but still said at a volume where Husk can hear it even as he walks out the door. So long for now, cat goon.]