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Beep beep? [He pulls back some, blinking. What the fuck? If it had just been something like, oh, say, calling him Trashmouth, he could pass it off as her own invention. Inside joke that may be, but it was an obvious conclusion to draw when it came to his vernacular. Beep beep was pretty far down the list of creative ways to say shut up, and Sandra was from a land (presumably) where there was nary a car horn in sight. So how...

He takes the face patting in the midst of his stupefaction. She's pulling at his chin to draw his focus back to the glasses, the wine. He wets his lips.

All right. Not a big deal. It's probably nothing. Maybe Akira told her about it, he'd beeped him when they went on their little trip for Voss.]

Yeah. Sure. [He pulls out of her grip, shooting her one last perplexed glance and fetches the wine for himself. He tops her glass up first, then his.]

How much can you actually tell about me just by patting around? I've always wondered...it seems pretty weird, seeing through your fingertips.