Huh? he said, raising his head as he snapped out of his thoughts. Ah, sorry, I'm fine. he said, stopping his nervous fidgeting and lying his hands calmly on the surface of the table. I'll stop. he smiled, sighing a bit.
Now that is something I never thought I would see. Lyre teased him from the back of his mind, his voice quieter than usually, but still very much present. Aren't you usually begging us to stop talking?
Shut up. Lysander bit back immediately, his shoulders tensing, only to make Lyre laugh even harder. Seriously... he sighed, his head dropping to the table. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... just as he said that, Magena screamed in his head, the pain making his skull split in two...or at least that was how it felt to him, as his sister screamed You idiot! Grabbing at his head, he looked at his sort-of-date, realizing what he had said, as his eyes grew comically wide.