MAS + truth spell, with angst
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“I actually really like cats.”
Ace stares at him, interrupted in the middle of a stirring tale of how he and Sabo used to pull cat tails and then scamper when they were turned on, and Sabo blinks, a frown coming to his face. He pushes his fingers curiously against his mouth, unable to deny the small surge of concern that trickles through him. “I didn’t- mean to say that.”
“What do you mean?” Ace asks, and Sabo takes a breath and means to say well I don’t like cats, actually-
“I didn’t want to tell the truth just then and I did.”