[and to think he'd just started to doze off too...and here comes this puff of air-- he jumps, eye shooting open and hand halfway raised to swat at the strands of hair that'd surely tickled him from there but--
Nope it's just J. He jumps a little more-- shoulders ticking up automatically]
Don't tell me you got tired of doing that to the brats and you've moved on.
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Nope it's just J. He jumps a little more-- shoulders ticking up automatically]
Don't tell me you got tired of doing that to the brats and you've moved on.