He excitedly carries on about sub-species of toads and the one he found in the brook yesterday, covering every little detail of its unique biological functions. You find your mind drifting at a certain point, not so much focusing on his words but his smile and that cute freckle right above his lip. You shake off the daze as you realize he's stopped talking, now standing with a small pout and saying upon sensing your confusion, "Were you even listening to me?"
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