[He's touching a lot. She wonders vaguely if he would be touching like this if she were still a guy. The answer is no, of course. But it's hard to care with the touching and the closeness and the warm veil of alcohol wrapped around them both.]
I should just- [She shrugs the sweater off at last, getting her arms out of it with some relief. It was getting too warm anyway, and she lets out a sigh of relief at having the itchy weight finally off her sensitive, healing skin. In all her movements, her long hair is falling down her back now and getting entirely in the way, the tie having come off a while ago. She just hunches a little, self-conscious about the bruises, teeth marks, scratches, and that one bite.]
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I should just- [She shrugs the sweater off at last, getting her arms out of it with some relief. It was getting too warm anyway, and she lets out a sigh of relief at having the itchy weight finally off her sensitive, healing skin. In all her movements, her long hair is falling down her back now and getting entirely in the way, the tie having come off a while ago. She just hunches a little, self-conscious about the bruises, teeth marks, scratches, and that one bite.]