[Ferran cracks open his eyes and pulls one hand out from under the blankets to give Zetta a two-fingered salute. Not that she's wrong about any of it, but he has to reassert that he's totally in control here, really.
Which is undermined a little when Deacon forces another gasp out of him. The hand above the blankets reaches out for something to cling to.]
...If you want to help...someone really ought to be kissing me.
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Which is undermined a little when Deacon forces another gasp out of him. The hand above the blankets reaches out for something to cling to.]
...If you want to help...someone really ought to be kissing me.