“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Kieran demanded. A fair brow rose as Reaver mimicked Kieran’s earlier look. “I don’t believe they will fit me. I have broader shoulders.” “I don’t think so,” Kieran replied. “And chest.” Kieran’s arms crossed. “You definitely do not have that either.” “And my legs are not thin twigs that could snap under a breeze,” Reaver continued. “Are you serious?” Kieran looked down at himself. He didn’t have…twig legs or whatever. “Reaver.” I sighed. He lifted a bare shoulder. “Just saying.”
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