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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝑫̲.ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ﹙📈﹚ᅠ
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⠀ not just onto his feet. the momentum was strong enough, it yanked the little loser straight against devon's chest. holy hell, it was like smacking against concrete!







⠀ blinks at it for a second or two before he hesitantly takes it, not really making any effort to get up on his own just looking on in awe. this guy was so nice to him.

⠀ stumbling back, ending up on his ass. honestly, probably; though he would feel a good deal guiltier about it. " n - no ... i'm. i'm sorry; didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. " ouch, his tailbone!


⠀ one more longing glance to burn the image into his retinas before he eventually looks up, face immediately turning colour in the wake of what he did. " s - sorry ... "

⠀ his head is moving up, but his eyes aren't. despite his best efforts, they remain glued to devon's ... *hand.

⠀ stares. probably in an uncomfortably intense way.

⠀ if you'd just give it a shot ...

⠀ f - f - f. figuratively?

⠀ ... th - they are good!






