[Around the edges of her fingers, a violet blush is beginning to edge outwards, and Jester drops her hands to her lap, chortling in the way she often does when she's embarrassed but enjoying it perhaps a little.]
Well, no, you know, the making out would turn into a fuck pile eventually.
[She sneaks a look at Caleb, just to see his face, and catches sight of his grin which sends her laughing all over again.]
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Well, no, you know, the making out would turn into a fuck pile eventually.
[She sneaks a look at Caleb, just to see his face, and catches sight of his grin which sends her laughing all over again.]