"What? No, no she woul-" she would, "That's not-" it probably is. He sputters for a few more moments, blush rioting across his cheeks.
"She's a menace. Is nothing sacred?" he finally mutters, but it's said like a sibling and it's becoming increasingly noticeable the more he stammers and blushes that not one of the half formed arguments or protestations has anything to do with him not wanting to.
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Date: 2020-06-29 12:56 pm (UTC)"She's a menace. Is nothing sacred?" he finally mutters, but it's said like a sibling and it's becoming increasingly noticeable the more he stammers and blushes that not one of the half formed arguments or protestations has anything to do with him not wanting to.