[ She slides right on back against him when he does that, putting her hands on his biceps and holding on to them with a firm grip. This indulgence feels good, and his clear desire to keep her close feeds into that.
When he mentions the dice she studies his face with a slight smirk. She doesn't buy the wide-eyed innocence for one second. ]
What do the numbers mean, hm? For what you have in mind?
[ She works her thumbs against his muscles. He's so wiry, but fit—she's used to seeing well-muscled men in Freelancer and she's not sure if it's his diet that causes him to be so thin or if it's just genetics. It's something to wonder about; apparently, because she is. ]
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When he mentions the dice she studies his face with a slight smirk. She doesn't buy the wide-eyed innocence for one second. ]
What do the numbers mean, hm? For what you have in mind?
[ She works her thumbs against his muscles. He's so wiry, but fit—she's used to seeing well-muscled men in Freelancer and she's not sure if it's his diet that causes him to be so thin or if it's just genetics. It's something to wonder about; apparently, because she is. ]