Date: 2013-09-30 05:22 am (UTC)
prettyawkward: (scared)
He made his way back to her promptly at her indecision, "Yes? What is it? Anything! You do for me, and I do for you. That's only proper, right? We do for each other in this."

Rabastan hadn't really done any shopping, so he wasn't sure what he could offer in the ways of drinks. He was mentally cursing himself for it, now. How foolish he always was when it came to functioning properly in society. He could practically hear his mother's harpy-like voice piercing through his brain.
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