[ Allison's heart spikes suddenly. Viscerally. Leaves her grimacing at the words, muscles gone taut and something sharply displeased about being called out. She's said nothing about herself. Nothing.
(And yet. Her hands tense to keep either from lifting. But it makes the shot back all that much faster, too.) ]
Presumptuous much.
This not-a-tattoo change of yours, how big is big?
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(And yet. Her hands tense to keep either from lifting.
But it makes the shot back all that much faster, too.) ]
Presumptuous much.
This not-a-tattoo change of yours, how big is big?