Startled, you looked up, and your glasses were crooked; dust notes danced in the sunlight filtering through the fairground tents, illuminating the imposing figure of Rogue standing over you, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his lips Whoa there bookworm He rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle despite it's gravely edge Didn't see you there. You alright?
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