[Knife raises a hand just in time for that mouth to smush onto their fingers, and they have only heartbeats to readjust their expression from the abject horror and disgust that washes over it (deception: 22 (16+6), clearing their throat.
These two better not be siblings.]
Other business. [they deadpan. if Cid's face stays where it is, they'll slowly start pushing their hand out for some space, otherwise they'll retract the hand and scoot out of arm's reach, back scraping the cabin wall.]
No thanks. Not...right now. [Or ever! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]
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These two better not be siblings.]
Other business. [they deadpan. if Cid's face stays where it is, they'll slowly start pushing their hand out for some space, otherwise they'll retract the hand and scoot out of arm's reach, back scraping the cabin wall.]
No thanks. Not...right now. [Or ever! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]