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Since I’m bored out of my mind and this fic is finally over 10k (rare occurence for me), I’m posting some of it.

“Hello,” someone says, and he gasps and whirls around.
“I apologize,” the man speaks, “I did not mean to startle you. You seemed confused, and somewhat familiar, so I thought that I should seek out your company.”
He speaks a bit like the man who was at the registration office the other day—all stilted and formal like the aristocrats do. Well, he shouldn’t indulge in these idle thoughts. Not like thinking about the handsome man is going to make him appear in front of him.
He shuffles around a bit, and then replies, “Er, no sir, I don’t think we know each other. And—uh, confused, um, I’m confused because I don’t know what to buy.”
He exhales, eyes coming up to meet the other man’s, and he’s surprised to find amusement in them.

The fact that I made one of them call the other one “sir” for no reason is a bit weird. @twxnkdean what does it say about me? XD