Without understanding.
“What's the matter? he asks, calmer now. I could see in his expressionless face, something strange about him.
His right-hand reaches up, seeking to touch my face. However, I slap it away.
“Do not touch me! I snap angrily, facing him as he frowns.
"What's wrong, Tyson, God, are you making me lose patience?" he asks this time, concerned about his voice.
I snort in resignation. Thinking he's playing me.
"What's wrong with me?" Seriously Jaziel? I growled, approaching his body, and shooting daggers at him with my eyes.
J says nothing.
Clear as always. So I squeeze my eyes shut, contemplating whether or not I should commit murder.
"Do I have the face of a fortune teller?" he asks, haughty as always, and then I look at him as if I hated him.
“Moron.
“Silly.
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