[He grins. Squeezes her hand right back. And just alley-oops her up into his arms, because fuck yeah. A spectral hand pops up to give her a rousing high five and pat on the head.]
[Then he's off. Booking it back to his room, where he knows Ferran has . . . An Art Supply.]
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[Then he's off. Booking it back to his room, where he knows Ferran has . . . An Art Supply.]