(Yasha isn't looking but she still feels every single inch of it like electricity on the top of her skin. Beau's nails lightly scratch the sides of her fingers before everything settles. Her heartbeat thuds in her ears. She makes herself look up.)
I am enjoying it.
(It really feels like a Thing, now. Yasha's ushering it into the cramped little compartment with them, letting it sit squarely in the middle.)
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(Yasha isn't looking but she still feels every single inch of it like electricity on the top of her skin. Beau's nails lightly scratch the sides of her fingers before everything settles. Her heartbeat thuds in her ears. She makes herself look up.)
I am enjoying it.
(It really feels like a Thing, now. Yasha's ushering it into the cramped little compartment with them, letting it sit squarely in the middle.)