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ๅ”็ด… โ แด‹แด€ส€แด€แด‹แดœส€แด‡ษดแด€ษช ([personal profile] excerpt) wrote 2016-07-26 03:41 pm (UTC)

๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š— ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐šŠ.

( continued from here.

the contact of her hand against his is brief. violent, in a lot of ways. albeit, reduced in strength.

his hand is successfully flung away, and while it doesn't physically hurt, nor prickle in the same manner had his fingers in their prior "scuffle"— it does leave an equal amount to desire for. he grumbles under his breath a bit, before closing his eyes. then, in a dismissive motion he waves a hand, almost as if shaking off her attempts at... creating physical distance between them. but, well, he doesn't take it standing for long.

he eyes her again, before shaking his head.
) Yeah, yeah. Anyway— ( he gives her a sidelong glance, as he stands a bit straighter. something more proper in his motion. ) I'll ( he takes his sweet time talking. inhale, exhale. ) give you my gratitude, at least. Even if you're one crazy woman.

( with the breaking and the healing?? but, he doesn't say it as if it's designed to be an insult. it doesn't carry the usual crudities he kept with in spoken language. instead... it almost sounded a bit padded. softened, somehow. but, in the next second it's whisked away. ) So? Do you go through this with everyone you meet or am I special? ( he frames it like a question, but honestly, he's quite confident in the latter. aka, delusional notome pt. 2: revival. )

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