Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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A rapid darting, almost unstable glance as her hand reached out to touch his shoulder, reminding him of a very similar touch he'd received not all that long ago, what was different was the following squeeze to indicate friendship, not something a real friend would need to do. His eyes were darting back and forth between the slithering hand, and her other hand to identify what she was doing. Watching each movement, a step, a shift of a hip, a tilt of the head. Though her approach wasn't hindered, she could feel how tense his body was, the lean, toned figure that was hidden by the proper garments, seemingly of true quality rather than simply looks. She could also feel the odd heat emanating from his form, it was much hotter than it should be, as if he had just gotten out of rigorous activity, though he wasn't sweating, no shift in skin tone, and his breathing wasn't labored in any way.

As her form came to a still, he hadn't moved, nor rejected the advance, though his head turned to look upon her face, oddly, she still had a side profile as he looked somewhat past her face and to the side to avoid blinding her with the glaring crimson cybernetic. His human eye running over her facial features now that she was closer, her skin and lips specifically. Pristine was the word that came to mind, she certainly didn't do her own dirty work and that much was obvious. Her tone had shifted dramatically, another manipulation perhaps, tempting him. He released a slow exhale, simply warmth, though just like his body it carried an odd heat to it. His voice emerged shortly after the release of breath, no change in tone was heard despite the closeness she decided to bring to their forms.

"Just you."

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