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       camila nearly started to cough out of sheer surprise when she heard leo’s question. the two of them always had the tendency to bicker a little, even if they generally got along quite well. the ballerina cherished the man, and the acting lessons he had taught her  ―  though whenever she tried to motivate him to properly go back into acting himself, the two of them just started to argue.

      she didn’t even mind that he was just giving five dollars. the woman strongly believed that everyone should give as much as they could, and as much as they wanted  to  ―  but just giving to look good, she wasn’t a fan of that.  ❝ do you think five dollars is enough if you already have to ask ?  ❞, she replied back as she stored away her wallet after she had just been giving a rather generous sum, before looking at leo. 

      ❝ ‘cause, uh, you know, you don’t have to give anything if you are already worried about five fuckin’…  ❞ she took a deep breath, trying to remind herself she was in public. for a second, camila closed her eyes, before giving him once more her attention.  ❝ i just mean that it should be your decision and your decision alone. you shouldn’t ask others if it’s enough. only give as much as you can, and as much as you want to, leo.  ❞

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in short, Leo adored Camila, she was one of the good things to come from his teaching career. It didn’t hurt that the more her star continued to rise, his ego began to climb as well. Like a parasite latching onto her successes as if they were his own. It was all he had as he refused to step back into the ring of rejection. He had been there before for years. And fighting against Cami’s words of encouragement was easier than going back.

Leo was beyond amused seeing cami’s reaction to initial question. For a moment he was so smug that he had the skill of being so deadpanned that people believed him so easily when he said left field things. Though he would lie and say that it wasn’t for some short of shock value. He couldn’t help but laugh at her genuine disgruntlement and the way she smoothed over her face to hide it. “Oh Cami,” he cooed, his concern seemingly geninue until he spoke again. “You seem tense.” He squinted at her through the holes behind his lion’s mask. “I didn’t realize there was such a decorum to donating.” He lied and lifted his shoulders up once. “I was only joking but you’re absolutely right. People should donate what they can to fund things like this, like the open bar,—I mean things for the children.” He pressed a hand across his chest feigning sympathy again, batting his lashes at her. The nature of his playfulness was melodic and rude as always. But at his core, he just wanted to have fun.