[As if on cue (which it is) Zelos groans theatrically, holding his side at some small ache or pain made worse through laughing. He's done talking, for now. He can't bring himself to crush that sort of idealism like he probably should, get those good thoughts about a bad guy like him right out of that stupid blonde head.
But he can't. Not right now anyway. Right now he'll just quietly shake his head, a grin still curling the corners of his lips, and let Ky escort him home.]
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But he can't. Not right now anyway. Right now he'll just quietly shake his head, a grin still curling the corners of his lips, and let Ky escort him home.]