He wrinkles his nose, mimicking the other before taking hold of the offered appendage and saying, “Are you sure? I’m not confident in my pinching abilities. There’re different techniques, right? Twisting and pinching? A wiggle and pinch combo? Do you have a preference?”(’ just blinks in confusion, unsure what to make out of the situation; he’s even more put off when his double speaks, and it shows in his features when his eyes grow in size ) Uh— (’ scratches his forehead ) Maybe you should— (’ offers his arm to the male ) —give me a pinch? (’ glances at the other’s arm ) Or maybe I should give you one?
He’s on the defensive soon enough, ready for whatever retaliation he knew the other was going to give. He visibly...
“But. You! Ayaahh–” He hums and haws, scrambling for the proper words to voice the betrayal he felt. It hit him deep. So...