Lucid Curse
“Not a blush. Not a glance. I tried to introduce myself. I even smiled. And nothing. Ice cold.”
Shu groaned again, but this time it was sharper, pinched at the bridge of his nose and full of suffering. “That’s not an elemental affinity, you egotistical noodle. That’s just her having standards.”
“Could it be the ears?” Yin whispered, poking the top of his head where his leaf barely concealed the twitch beneath.
“Oh, it’s definitely the ears,” Shu replied with the exhausted certainty of someone who had seen that leaf fail too many times. “You always forget to suppress them when you're excited. Like a divine golden retriever with a god complex.”
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