[ almost disappointedly, he uses the hand that had been touching bond to withdraw his phone from own his breast pocket—while uncurling his other from the stem of the empty flute, brushing against bond's knuckles as he claims the new drink.
he holds the mobile up. one of the last messages is on the viewscreen: I could say please x
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he holds the mobile up. one of the last messages is on the viewscreen: I could say please x
silva's gaze darts to it. ]
Oh, nothing terribly out of order.
Just one of those.