Rae's eye twitched.
Hard.
But he couldn't, absolutely couldn't, waste this golden ticket of an opportunity, even if this goblin was giving off some serious man-crush-on-steroids energy.
'Even if he's a damn homo... I can endure.'
'I'm not talking about my ass, okay?'
'Just… the creepy stares. That's all.'
He cleared his throat like a man trying to shake off a very awkward massage and turned toward Celeste.
"Anyway! You might be wondering why I called you here, hero?"
He spun on his heels so fast it was almost dramatic—and instantly felt 100% safer just not facing Gear's sparkle-eyed worship 'from behind.'
'Wait. From behind? Oh hell no.'
Rae immediately side-stepped with all the grace of a man dodging a ghostly cold finger on his butt.
'Protect the booty. Always protect the booty.'
"Yes... Why?"
Celeste's internals fried like eggs on a hot skillet.
Ain't no damn way she could stay normal in a moment like this.
How the fuck was he alive? Walking. Breathing. Smirking.
