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"I agree, I think it would be very enjoyable. Ah, no," he shook his head, "I'm not allergic to anything." Thankfully; having asthma was bad enough.
Instinct prompted his mouth to open, another apology hanging ready on his tongue, but he reconsidered and closed it again. "Sorry," he began reflexively despite his efforts to refrain from doing so, and his expression grew somewhat sheepish as well as apologetic as he admitted, "I'm used to my brothers' teasing, not anyone else's yet."
Ah, they were going in? When Citrine slipped her arm around his and pulled him towards the store, he merely smiled softly and dutifully followed her. "I do, yes," he admitted with a small nod, "though I'm not sure I'll find anything I could buy." No, this store wasn't nearly as crowded as some of the others, and for that he was grateful. Both Yulia and Jozette were, as well, the Braixen especially. At Citrine's comment, Ion aimed a vaguely bewildered look at her before following her gaze to their different skin tones, and he smiled again. "Ah, yes," he agreed with another nod, "though if it makes a difference, none of my brothers are as pale as I am." Well, one or two were, but most weren't; most of them spent a great deal of time outdoors rather than indoors studying or researching.