[ Daniel grits his teeth. That's the exact problem, isn't it? The other always seems to get away with everything, and sometimes it's like no one sees it but Daniel himself.
He doesn't want this place to be like that too. Not again.
But in the face of having very little ammo there, the only thing he can metaphorically dig his foot into is-- ]
What, is there suddenly something wrong between the two of you? [ They had seemed fine at the tournament, Daniel thinks. From what he could see, anyway. ] Got trouble in paradise?
[ Not that Daniel has even the tiniest inch of an idea that he's a little closer to reality with that 'trouble in paradise' thing than he might imagine. ]
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He doesn't want this place to be like that too. Not again.
But in the face of having very little ammo there, the only thing he can metaphorically dig his foot into is-- ]
What, is there suddenly something wrong between the two of you? [ They had seemed fine at the tournament, Daniel thinks. From what he could see, anyway. ] Got trouble in paradise?
[ Not that Daniel has even the tiniest inch of an idea that he's a little closer to reality with that 'trouble in paradise' thing than he might imagine. ]