[The noise he makes is kind of. Well, a strangled cough might be the best way to describe it. His brows draw together as his face grows bright red, again. Stupid face. Even in the face of the sting he feels through the connection, it won't quit. It's not even remotely quelled. It just keeps being red.]
[There's a moment when he's about to continue on with the story, on autopilot, before he recognizes that Yeah, and then I got shot in the head a bunch of times, no idea how I got out of that one is probably a bad choice of topics for this particular interaction. Briefly tongue-tied, he dumps a little more water on the cloth and goes back to dabbing. Dab, dab. Dab.]
[Why is it so much easier to call oneself hot than to be told one is hot by a cute girl. This is hell. Anyway, words eventually—]
One time my friend got his tongue bitten off for a little while. That was definitely worse.
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[The noise he makes is kind of. Well, a strangled cough might be the best way to describe it. His brows draw together as his face grows bright red, again. Stupid face. Even in the face of the sting he feels through the connection, it won't quit. It's not even remotely quelled. It just keeps being red.]
[There's a moment when he's about to continue on with the story, on autopilot, before he recognizes that Yeah, and then I got shot in the head a bunch of times, no idea how I got out of that one is probably a bad choice of topics for this particular interaction. Briefly tongue-tied, he dumps a little more water on the cloth and goes back to dabbing. Dab, dab. Dab.]
[Why is it so much easier to call oneself hot than to be told one is hot by a cute girl. This is hell. Anyway, words eventually—]
One time my friend got his tongue bitten off for a little while. That was definitely worse.
[Nailed . . . it.]