[Elliot is trying very hard to be mad, but he can't get too mad when Melody is nuzzling his hand. He sighs and obliges, petting her gently under her chin and frowns at Leo as if he's considering his options...even though his mind is already made up.
He tears the paper out of the notepad, holding it out for Leo.]
Fine. Only because you've been writing critiques all day. Just take it to the barista near the register.
[He nods at the barista behind the counter, who's trying not to look interested in whatever the two are talking about.]
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[Elliot is trying very hard to be mad, but he can't get too mad when Melody is nuzzling his hand. He sighs and obliges, petting her gently under her chin and frowns at Leo as if he's considering his options...even though his mind is already made up.
He tears the paper out of the notepad, holding it out for Leo.]
Fine. Only because you've been writing critiques all day. Just take it to the barista near the register.
[He nods at the barista behind the counter, who's trying not to look interested in whatever the two are talking about.]
You're such a pain.