[ Testing, testing, tested. Two extremely suspicious spots of high color turn her ears pink, this feedback loop heightening the fuming rush of her blood, and Nel does not risk drawing attention to them by brushing her hair into place. ]
At any point you could stop pushing me on purpose. Maybe we could be friends, Belial, contract or no contract.
[ She bumps the back of her hand against his, accidentally-on-purpose. Something lifts out of her skin, less a tug and more of a twitch... well. Disappointing. More, then. ]
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At any point you could stop pushing me on purpose. Maybe we could be friends, Belial, contract or no contract.
[ She bumps the back of her hand against his, accidentally-on-purpose. Something lifts out of her skin, less a tug and more of a twitch... well. Disappointing. More, then. ]