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chapter eighteen his beautiful beautiful arden
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"Im kind of rocking these sunglasses don't you think?" Arden asked Sprite as she felt Druig come to walk next to her.
"I definitely think you are," Sprite said.
"Good," she spoke, posing to an imaginary camera and puckering her lips as if she was some model goofing around on the cat walk.
"What are you doing?" Druig laughed beside her, them both slowing down a bit as they began to come to a stop.
"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty boy?" she smiled, pushing her sunglasses down slightly to wink at him above her frames.
He licked his lips, his cheeks flushing, as Arden looked from his eyes to his chest and smiled even more.
"I see you've copied my leather jacket," Arden spoke to Druig making him look down briefly.
"I didnt copy you," he scoffed.
"I was wearing this first so technically you are copying me," she pointed out.
"So me wearing sunglasses also means im copying Kingo too?" he asked.
"Exactly," she nodded. "And since you're wearing jeans that means you're copying Ikaris. And since you're wearing shoes you're copying Phastos and-"
"So Im just not allowed to wear clothes?" he asked, tilting his head to the side mockingly.
"Yes exactly," she nodded again. "Wait no-"
He stared at her before taking his hands out of his pockets and beginning to take off his jacket. Arden's eyes widened before she held out her hand to stop him.
