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Kissa rolls her eyes.
I doubt the idiot even knows how to throw a real punch.
Gabriel glares her way again.
Kissa, oh my word. Shut up.
Ben raises an eyebrow at Sil, mildly worried but not willing to approach after her freak out that morning. He keeps his mouth shut and blinks, suddenly wishing he could turn himself invisible like Gabriel.
Cage bites his lip, the awkward silence killing him, “uh, want food, Sil? It’s really good.”