[ dextera swallows, giving everything he has to avoid acting on the sudden desire to press back, to lean into guren’s touch—something’s got to give sooner or later, but it won’t be now. he steps away, forcing guren’s hand away from his mouth with a little more pressure than is necessary. ]
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[ a nod, and a smile that almost looks like he could be sorry, before he stoops to pick up the loose chicken and carry her upstairs.
he expects guren to follow, and he hopes that things won’t be strange. ]
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[ a nod, and a smile that almost looks like he could be sorry, before he stoops to pick up the loose chicken and carry her upstairs.
he expects guren to follow, and he hopes that things won’t be strange. ]