[There's a small grin forming on Guren's face, and he steps forward just a little, testing that forced distance between them. That fondness is clear in his eyes again, a little sharper.]
If you ask me, you pull off the jacket better, too. And you won't tear it up like me.
[He laughs, though, and his steps take him past Dextera, across his room to look at that gay embroidery, and then at the chess board.]
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[There's a small grin forming on Guren's face, and he steps forward just a little, testing that forced distance between them. That fondness is clear in his eyes again, a little sharper.]
If you ask me, you pull off the jacket better, too. And you won't tear it up like me.
[He laughs, though, and his steps take him past Dextera, across his room to look at that gay embroidery, and then at the chess board.]
Want to play a game?