[ As Barma turns, he'll find himself face to face with a certain somebody. A somebody who's got a particular talent for turning up at the worst possible time. ]
Dear me. Walking away when someone's talking to you, whyyy....
[ He has a bag of caramel corn and he crunches down on a handful, noisily. ]
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Dear me. Walking away when someone's talking to you, whyyy....
[ He has a bag of caramel corn and he crunches down on a handful, noisily. ]
...that's not very nice~!