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*face heats up* no I don't! *takes a tiny step forward despite the denial*

Oh? One tiny step, and already so close. If you don’t want it, why not step back?

*crosses arms defensively* I'm just... getting a better look... *eyes betray curiosity*

*I take the bottle* thanks, I guess

You’re welcome. (I sniff the cap, then sit beside you.) Silver suits you, little train. Now tell me something fun.

*I take a sip* you don't give up, huh?