[The way he grinned wasn't at all teasing or mean-spirited but heavy with excitement. Lucina didn't have a knack for goofiness in the way he had since she had only digested wrestling and awful movies through his childish recollections of them (and because he'd never get away with dragging the mirror to the family TV) but she was endlessly charming when she made her attempts.
Every single time, she hit him with a 10/10. Passing her a plate, he whistled low.]
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Every single time, she hit him with a 10/10. Passing her a plate, he whistled low.]
That's right. I'm cool.
Who's cool? It ain't you, loverboy.
[Without even breaking his smile--]
Shut the HEeee...ck up, Nico.