[Temenos's eyes meet Beelzebub's on occasion as he's working on his half of the burger, earning a small smile each time. It's hard to describe in words how it feels to be looked at like that. But maybe he doesn't have to. Beelzebub surely understands without either of them having to say anything.
He brushes at the corners of his lips with his thumb to rid himself of any lingering crumbs, then turns his full attention back to Beel.]
Of course. [His answer is the same, as always.] What is it?
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He brushes at the corners of his lips with his thumb to rid himself of any lingering crumbs, then turns his full attention back to Beel.]
Of course. [His answer is the same, as always.] What is it?