05-23-2018, 06:21 PM
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Lately, Margy seemed very... cheerful. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her — possibly her powers returning? — but the gloom seemed to have lifter. She was happier than he’d ever seen her, these days, and it had the effect of boosting his mood around her, too. His powers weren’t quite as rebellious, his souls seemed at peace for the moment, and he was content with his personal revenge against Beck. He had already seemed to be particularly less gloomy himself, but when he saw Margy he offered her a roguish grin in greeting.
”I doubt any of us actually deserve it,” he drawled playfully in greeting, looking amused as he settled down beside her. He considered for a moment, and then amended, [b]”Well, maybe, like Mira or Hazel. I don’t think they’ve ever done a bad thing in their life.”
”I doubt any of us actually deserve it,” he drawled playfully in greeting, looking amused as he settled down beside her. He considered for a moment, and then amended, [b]”Well, maybe, like Mira or Hazel. I don’t think they’ve ever done a bad thing in their life.”
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