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“When you look at me like that, I want to tease you. Really badly.”
You watched as Grim’s face tinged pink over deathly pale cheeks, and wondered how much of this was real, not “delusion,” as he’d put it.
You certainly felt real emotions when you tormented the poor guy, splicing honesty and cheekiness together to keep him on his toes. Banter.
In a few days you’d come to look forward to the nightly chats and video calls. It made you want to survive the day.
And so you vowed to tease him as much as possible before you died.