[ A smirk played along his lips as he pulled out his phone and fiddled around on it. The rush of water suddenly in his veins distracted him for a moment, the same with the growing need for proximity. He ignored both because he needed to wait for Easal to experience the same. Who knew how he might feel it all. ]
Are you writing, Easal? Still able to think? [ Best to tease. ]
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Are you writing, Easal? Still able to think? [ Best to tease. ]