Raph pressed two fingers to the place that would've been the bridge of his nose if he had a proper nose.
"Is there a reason you're angling so hard to get me to admit that I'm a dweeb?" A pause. "Which I'm not. This is purely hypothetical dweebiness we're talking about here."
Why couldn't she just let him have his (imagined) coolness? What kind of life was it when you couldn't at least pretend to be cool?
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"Is there a reason you're angling so hard to get me to admit that I'm a dweeb?" A pause. "Which I'm not. This is purely hypothetical dweebiness we're talking about here."
Why couldn't she just let him have his (imagined) coolness? What kind of life was it when you couldn't at least pretend to be cool?