[ he's about to ask, actually ask what the hell she's going on about, but the touch, however slight, very much answers for her, and-- well, he's not stupid. he hates how she's sort of right though, and that even the slightest of contact send tiny sparks through and up his entire arm.
still, he pulls his hand away. ]
Erica... Don't get any ideas.
[ because he won't go along with them.... or will he? ]
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still, he pulls his hand away. ]
Erica... Don't get any ideas.
[ because he won't go along with them.... or will he? ]