Pratik ripped the notebook out of his hands when Ash held it out to him, then held it down by his side. Maybe once he calmed down the compliments would mean something. Now, he was just angry.
Pratik kept Ash fixed in a glare for a long moment, then his eyes flicked down as much of the hall as he could see at the awkward angle, waiting until he couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. Then they snapped back to Ash. "I swear to god, if you tell anyone--" He didn't even know how he wanted to finish that threat. "This isn't meant for -- no one knows -- I just..." He beat his empty fist on his thigh. Finally, "Whatever. Go ahead and mock me. But you better fucking not tell anyone about what you saw."
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