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"You did this, Kite." Astral said, floating higher than he normally would have and looking down at Kite. Kite was not intimidated.
(That was a lie, it was kind of intimidating. But damned if Kite would show it.)
"Did what?" Kite crossed his arms, looking back up at his boyfriend and meeting his eyes. "I have no idea what you"re talking about."
Astral"s eyes narrowed. "Then why is my holoscreen that Yuma got me fried?"
Kite hesitated. "Is that the only problem? I built Orbital 7. A new holoscreen would be-"
Astral fixed a glare on him, and Kite shut it. Yeah, he didn"t think that would work either, not when it came to a gift from Yuma.
In his defense, he"d been sleep deprived, it had been early in the morning, and he had needed caffeine. He hadn"t meant to spill his coffee all over Astral"s holoscreen, which had been left lying out on the table.
Kite dropped his eyes from Astral"s. He was going to have to do a lot to make up for this one.
Maybe Yuma would have some ideas.