[ he doesn't even get to mutter any kind of acknowledgement of a goodbye to sally before he's feeling the prodding push of marta's finger to his chest, small but jabbing like a small rock thrown at him — not enough to shake him from where he stands firm but impossible to ignore. it's why he all too soon turns his body to properly face her, bearing a calm reaction than her visible annoyed one.
room for logical thought is all gone, responding on instinct the way he so often does with her, hands gripping at the table on either side of her hips as he leans in, face almost stern and focused. ]
Snoring. [ he responds, lacking an actual answer to her question, though the locking stare should be evident enough about his implications in observing her. ] Cute little move there. You get jealous of all the girls or is Sally a special case?
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room for logical thought is all gone, responding on instinct the way he so often does with her, hands gripping at the table on either side of her hips as he leans in, face almost stern and focused. ]
Snoring. [ he responds, lacking an actual answer to her question, though the locking stare should be evident enough about his implications in observing her. ] Cute little move there. You get jealous of all the girls or is Sally a special case?