Jean's clearly going through Something about this. Perhaps they aren't sure what themself; they take a few shaky breaths, the gills of the Page fluttering.
They turn to Fever at last, scrubbing at their eyes. "You framed them," Jean murmurs, a touch of wonder in their voice. "I'm flattered, Comrade."
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Date: 2024-10-21 05:55 am (UTC)They turn to Fever at last, scrubbing at their eyes. "You framed them," Jean murmurs, a touch of wonder in their voice. "I'm flattered, Comrade."