[ blurted out without thinking. angeline fiddles with her coat, then glances at the apologizing anthony with a grimace. she wants to ask him to please stop, but would that be dickish of her??? she's not sure.
she approaches jovan's desk instead and peers down at the arms. after a moment, she gingerly picks one up, not without a bizarre sense of dysphoria. ]
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[ blurted out without thinking. angeline fiddles with her coat, then glances at the apologizing anthony with a grimace. she wants to ask him to please stop, but would that be dickish of her??? she's not sure.
she approaches jovan's desk instead and peers down at the arms. after a moment, she gingerly picks one up, not without a bizarre sense of dysphoria. ]
I think this one is mine...
[ the hand's smaller than the other, anyway. ]