[ aventurine's eyes narrow. the skim of the crowd, a performer's instinct for attention as it shifts like undulating waves. nobody is looking their way. each pair of eyes rivet themselves on what they care about the most - chocolates, the hands before them, the argument brewing as it rises to a crescendo at the front of the line.
our vantagepoint, ratio says. aventurine closes his eyes. he tips his head back, and begins to laugh. ]
Oh, you're good. [ he says, playfully nipping the words in the air, ] Our vantagepoint. The answer can only be me.
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our vantagepoint, ratio says. aventurine closes his eyes. he tips his head back, and begins to laugh. ]
Oh, you're good. [ he says, playfully nipping the words in the air, ] Our vantagepoint. The answer can only be me.