[ Her grin finally graduates to a quiet cackle as he yowls and yanks away, a noise half stifled behind a fist clenched around the resonant sting in her palm. There was something electrifying in the sensation; not of doling out pain, but feedback. Real, tingling feedback, not entirely self-inflicted, after an eternity of non-contact ritual. Apologies would be in order, that it had to be Richie's face that had gone and sparked it, had he not asked for it in as many words. ]
[ So perhaps, slightly for doling out pain. She would say he has built up some karma over the past few months. Simply by how he exists. ]
In that case, perhaps you ought not to tease something so tempting.
[ With one last huff, Sandra sobers herself once again and stands statuesque for a moment, before reaching out again. Not to lay her hands on him, just to lay out a hand, grabbing demandingly. (Beckoning a little hopefully. She can play nice.) ]
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[ So perhaps, slightly for doling out pain. She would say he has built up some karma over the past few months. Simply by how he exists. ]
In that case, perhaps you ought not to tease something so tempting.
[ With one last huff, Sandra sobers herself once again and stands statuesque for a moment, before reaching out again. Not to lay her hands on him, just to lay out a hand, grabbing demandingly. (Beckoning a little hopefully. She can play nice.) ]