（ he bows, elaborate and stately. there's a spidery sort of grace that accompanies the gesture — somebody who knows their body and how to maximize the efficiency of motion. ）
At your service. Can't do a candy necklace, but I've got this box of sweet tarts that I stole out of the pile earlier, you ga— （ the word game dies on his lips when he spots that shirt, and instead transmutes itself into a bark of laughter. ） Holy shit, okay. Love the shirt. I can't even say 'it'd look better on my floor' in flirtatious earnest because I would be stealing it, consider yourself forewarned.
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（ he bows, elaborate and stately. there's a spidery sort of grace that accompanies the gesture — somebody who knows their body and how to maximize the efficiency of motion. ）
At your service. Can't do a candy necklace, but I've got this box of sweet tarts that I stole out of the pile earlier, you ga— （ the word game dies on his lips when he spots that shirt, and instead transmutes itself into a bark of laughter. ） Holy shit, okay. Love the shirt. I can't even say 'it'd look better on my floor' in flirtatious earnest because I would be stealing it, consider yourself forewarned.