[ She responds with a grin. It's a game of charades and he just scored a win for the team. ]
The girl's got moves, let me tell you.
[ A part of her draws back to consider if that's perhaps less of a compliment and more an insult. Like saying, you fight good, for a girl. She has been on the other end of the equation for so long and proven them wrong time and time again that it irritates her to find that she has become the perpetrator of the very same cycle. It's uncomfortable to admit, so she changes the topic by reaching over to grab him by the arm where she can see the bruises forming with utter disregard for personal space. ]
So does it hurt when it appears on you? Or just when I poke it?
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The girl's got moves, let me tell you.
[ A part of her draws back to consider if that's perhaps less of a compliment and more an insult. Like saying, you fight good, for a girl. She has been on the other end of the equation for so long and proven them wrong time and time again that it irritates her to find that she has become the perpetrator of the very same cycle. It's uncomfortable to admit, so she changes the topic by reaching over to grab him by the arm where she can see the bruises forming with utter disregard for personal space. ]
So does it hurt when it appears on you? Or just when I poke it?
[ As she pokes the bruise that's now his, yes. ]