PC: CALEB

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[katzepaw]

[He does pull back, leaving one hand resting on the front of his chest, smiling, but it's a little melancholy in a perfectly Caleb way.]

I don't know. . . I think this may be a bad idea for us. Too messy, maybe.

[headmt]

[Picking at Caleb's collar a bit before sliding a hand over the one on his chest, leaning into it.]

Probably.

[Like, definitely. But.]

[katzepaw]

Probably.

[A little chiding, like he's teasing at the obvious 'definitely.' Turning his hand there to squeeze his.]

It's very cold out here, and you aren't dressed for it.

[headmt]

[headmt]

[ well now he's just grumbling. ]

Why do people keep saying that to me ... ?

[katzepaw]

[Patting him on the titty.]

Let's go inside.

[headmt]

[Mollymauk is now officially confused by the signals. Not that this is hard. He's taken a lot of brain damage this week.]

Aye, yeah, sure.

[Just like. Genial agreement! It'll get you through anything.]

[katzepaw]

[Well how's this signal, walking him back to his dorm and waiting for him to go back inside, obviously not planning to come with.]