Gifted
Good that he knew.
“No problem,” I said coldly. I didn’t see a need to get cozy.
I turned to Ryan. “You’re not hurt?” He nodded.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Reb; I can take a punch or two and even throw one, you know.” He grinned proudly.
“Yeah, look at you, big boy,” I scoffed. He would never do violence. I knew it well. He hated it.
“Hey, guys? We have bigger problems at hand,” Kiba said, diverting all attention to him. “It’s almost time for our performance, but we still have no drummer.”
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