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   "Did I stutter?" Despite the combativeness of her words, they dripped with desire, greey eyes peering up into lilac. There was something fun about pushing and poking a future lover. Coaxing out that raw primal desire that ended up with her walking funny the following day. Vivian practically lived for it. Full lips pulled into a smirk as he drew near, Vivian taking a step forward as well, hovering into his personal space. Hands moved to rest on his chest, admiring the synthetic build under his clothing. He was built to perfection, that was sure, but it would be more fun to unwrap the entire package.

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     Chester feels irritation, anger, crawl up his spine, crawl under his skin like an itch he can’t scratch. He doesn’t feel like this often and he doesn’t let it show now either. He keeps his expression controlled, posture forcibly relaxed even though he wants to tense up, wants to clench his hands into fists to keep his emotions from overwhelming him.

     “What’s it to you? It’s not like you care, is it? Everything went as planned in the end, so just drop it, okay?”

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     Some teeny tiny part inside of Chester waits for him to continue. To say that he was one of those people, to say that he trusted him. But nothing followed and even if he didn’t want to hope that the other might not actually hate him, he just couldn’t help but do it anyway.

     So, instead of showing the other that he was kind of hurt, or maybe a lot hurt, definitely moderately hurt, he put on a grin, almost putting his arm around the other’s shoulders but then opting not to do that. He really isn’t in the mood to lose an arm today.