[ He almost wants to grimace when she mentions his voice, because he knows that there's nothing nice about it. As much as she worries about her personhood, he has his moments of knowing that he's a creature very commonly known as culturally malevolent. A manifestation of fear and paranoia, a chimera brought to life due to human uncertainty.
But Monts follows it up with something sweet, something sure. He feels his cheeks redden even more, flushed red-hot and burning, and then—
—and then. There's soft pressure against his skin, the tickle of Monts' breath along the seam of his mouth.
He feels like he's going to evaporate. His shoulders hike up, and he tries not to think about how good she makes him feel— how special he feels around her.
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But Monts follows it up with something sweet, something sure. He feels his cheeks redden even more, flushed red-hot and burning, and then—
—and then. There's soft pressure against his skin, the tickle of Monts' breath along the seam of his mouth.
He feels like he's going to evaporate. His shoulders hike up, and he tries not to think about how good she makes him feel— how special he feels around her.
Hmm. ]
'm supposed to. Do it back. [ Mumble mumble. ]