[ His mouth twitches, like he might smile, but he doesn't. He sucks a breath in to say something but pulls back; he isn't sure of the words that he wants to say.
Lips press into a thin line, he rolls his eyes up and catches sight of the broom in his hand - somehow the weight in it started to feel nonexistent; he almost forgot he was holding it. ]
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[ His mouth twitches, like he might smile, but he doesn't. He sucks a breath in to say something but pulls back; he isn't sure of the words that he wants to say.
Lips press into a thin line, he rolls his eyes up and catches sight of the broom in his hand - somehow the weight in it started to feel nonexistent; he almost forgot he was holding it. ]
It's nice to share a dream...