( next time they see her......

( fun fact: lace has a thing for spamton(s)
nnnnot the thornring one, but in general , she thinks they're cute

［＊ His tail was unkemptly puffed up now...］

　　　...r-right ! Yes... I.. I realise that. ...so...

［＊should they even both to ask the next thing ....］

›［＊a panic - mix of worry that they were in over their head and ... still playing the act. going hand in hand it seemed.］

　A-Aahaa... spamton ..??

You ... lost something ? Wh...what ..?

［＊a concerned look, laced with some unease as he stared at Spamton. Thoughts going through every option as to what could happen next.］

...Ah ? I.. S-Spamton .. What do you mean by this ?
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( i need to get up. I need to reply to this weirdo lol

( sry for barging in, but hold off, we have things set up and planned out, okay ? :>

›　Just .. keep it together. That's all they had to do.］

... Yes ... Spamton ?

　　　What is it ..?

　　Spamton -?!

［＊a panic - whether it was genuine or not was up for debate］

　.. hhuh ? The thing that... what ? Sorry, Spamton, but I don't unders―
　　　！！

［＊immediately shut up by the startle brought on by Spamton slamming his fist down. anticipating something ... worse now.
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› 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺. I come here being open and honest with you and you STILL doubt me. .. Ain't nothin' I can do about it now because of your little contract, but really!

If I knew you'd just keep pushing me away, I wouldnt've bothered in the first place.

［＊oh-so-fussy...］

［＊Again, looking more and more concerned. They didn't really.. understand the specifics going on here. At least not the gross details. the small things.］

Spam..ton...? Ah―

Wh..what ?!

［＊the stern look came back again. a remarkably good actor.］
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　　Spamton …?

［＊headtilt, Okay. THIS he was genuinely confused about. He was acting a bit …odd?］

　What's wrong …?

［＊still keeping calm and not getting defensive out of seeming suspicious.］

　No ! I came here on my own merit. As far as I KNOW, I'm alone… I uh, don't think I got any stalkers, heh.

› Ohh, he was completely expecting Spamton to shove them off or.. something of the like.］

Ah- ? It.. it does ?

［＊suddenly perking up a bit more. hands clasped together on front of their chest, rather eagerly.］

［＊a disheartened look was on their face - they were rather good at playing the part. ］

Spamton. Of course it is. I wouldn't be so adamant otherwise. If something means nothing to me, I won't even give it the time of day.

［＊they'd pout, looking down, a bit distressed.
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