[ As if he would let her touch him. Instinctively, he grabs her wrist before she can lay a hand on him and, as it should, chroma starts cycling between them. The pleasant feeling that comes from his hand, then travels across his body, has him scowl... Not sure if he likes that. ]
The feeling is mutual.
[ Except he doesn't care about a good time, especially with a god from a different world. With that, he lets go of her wrist. His next question was why she was here, but— ]
... You're searching for a place now, aren't you?
[ Since there were a couple of empty apartments here. ]
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The feeling is mutual.
[ Except he doesn't care about a good time, especially with a god from a different world. With that, he lets go of her wrist. His next question was why she was here, but— ]
... You're searching for a place now, aren't you?
[ Since there were a couple of empty apartments here. ]