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“But I”
“No,” Nasir cut him off, shooting him a sharp look, ”He likes to fish. You like to fish. You two need to bond. You’re going.”
Nasir shoved the tackle box into Agron’s hands. The German man shot him another pleading look as the horn honked again. Nasir only crossed his arms, a sign that he wasn’t going to be budged with puppy dog eyes.
Argon huffed, displeasure clear on his face as he snatched the pool by the door and stomped out. Nasir’s baiting call of “Have fun!” didn’t help matters much.