[ juno glances over his shoulders, tense already as someone is seating themselves beside him. the immediate instinct is to claim his space with a yell, but he takes a breath through his nose, sharp. he's pushing at an errant sliver of glass and dropping it on the floor unceremoniously, he remarks: ]
If it involves touching me I'm typically not a fan of it.
[ he looks up from his hand finally and lifts a brow, the theia in his right eye glimmering softly with the come down of the motion. ]
But you seem a hell of a lot smarter than the other guy.
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If it involves touching me I'm typically not a fan of it.
[ he looks up from his hand finally and lifts a brow, the theia in his right eye glimmering softly with the come down of the motion. ]
But you seem a hell of a lot smarter than the other guy.