[. . . which kind of stings when it thinks about it. not as badly as it had stung in the moment-- especially not now, considering how the con had ended with him pulling the wool over his father's eyes for a change-- but still]
. . . but whatever. It's. . . over now.
[with the coffee made, Edamura pours two fresh mugs, sliding one towards Rom as he leans over the counter again]
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I think he just didn't trust me.
[. . . which kind of stings when it thinks about it. not as badly as it had stung in the moment-- especially not now, considering how the con had ended with him pulling the wool over his father's eyes for a change-- but still]
. . . but whatever. It's. . . over now.
[with the coffee made, Edamura pours two fresh mugs, sliding one towards Rom as he leans over the counter again]