<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond, a mixture of hunger, impatience, and acceptance, would approach the kitchen where he saw Plutia disappear. He knocked and pushed the door open lightly, speaking loudly inside. <br/>
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"Hey, Plutia? If it's too much of a bother, I can just go somewhere else. No need to fuss too much over me." He called. </span>