For a while, Rion only stared at Augustus with wondering eyes, analyzing the demand and determination in the pop star's eyes. He was contemplating whether he should actually give the pretention up and submit the box to Augustus like a requirement before he could graduate from the awkwardness, or keep it to himself for the rest of his life.
The pop star was not the most patient entity. If Rion wanted to avoid an explosive hit, he knew better than not to oblige as early as then.
It did not take him more than a minute to flinch from his reverie, triggered by his own reaction to the slowly creasing brows in front of him. He moved toward his bedside table and, still hesitating, slowly pulled on the medium box off of one cabinet as he anxiously chewed on his lips.
“Calm down, Rion,” he whisp
