[Zen's lips move to retort with an overly caustic "Ever thought of actually not doing anything and leaving me alone?", but halt at the blond's offer. He was the one who originally approached Titus — with a harmless question — but things just went south (literally) from there. On the one hand, he did get the answer to his initial question. But on the other hand, all he got after was to serve as cushion for the smaller male's big butt. Twice. In short, it got him nowhere. That awkward hug (if one can call it that) did help ease the symptoms somewhat, but still.
No way in hell he is going to ask for that again.]
Give me your hand. And come with me.
[He knows he's going to embarrass himself to death, but if doing this reduces his chances of running into even more humiliating situations until he's safely away from this place, it's better than leaving it up to the whims of lady luck.
Too bad this place has no Extend Machines, so he can't get die and get extended to gain resistance against public displays of affection...]
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No way in hell he is going to ask for that again.]
Give me your hand. And come with me.
[He knows he's going to embarrass himself to death, but if doing this reduces his chances of running into even more humiliating situations until he's safely away from this place, it's better than leaving it up to the whims of lady luck.
Too bad this place has no Extend Machines, so he can't get die and get extended to gain resistance against public displays of affection...]