Isanghan laughed, lounging in one of Primrose’s chairs. He refused to sit in it properly, favouring to dangle his legs over the side of the armrest. He scrolled on his phone while they talked, checking the numbers on his various social media accounts. At this point, this was a menial task, and he was well able to keep up conversation while he did this. He had just released a new single– and, of course, it was well-received.
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