[ His determined expression turns into a pout which possibly makes a hilarious combination with the tears. Resisting the urge to wipe them with his hands, he clutches his fingers at the fabric and marches straight to the living room, only to be back a little while later. His eyes might still be a bit watery, but the tears are gone. ]
How do you cut it without crying, Velvet?
[ He probably should have asked that sooner, much sooner. ]
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How do you cut it without crying, Velvet?
[ He probably should have asked that sooner, much sooner. ]