[ What's offered to him is his to accept or deny, and with the grace of an alleycat prince, he seizes the stone and Bellamy's wrist. Half-dragging him across the shoreline to a better location, where the footing isn't as forgiving and the sea laps nearly half a foot from the toes of their boots. ]
Like this.
[ The curve of the beach allows them the smallest measure of privacy, out in the open, and he fits one of his gloved hands up under his face-veils, clearly dragging it off with his teeth as he pulls one hand free. Lingering, close, in Bellamy's personal space as he curls his fingers and demonstrates positioning. The way his wrist bends and snaps when he pantomimes releasing it. ]
I could do it with my glove on, but that's because I've done it a million times. I'll keep watch, if you wanna' give it a shot.
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Like this.
[ The curve of the beach allows them the smallest measure of privacy, out in the open, and he fits one of his gloved hands up under his face-veils, clearly dragging it off with his teeth as he pulls one hand free. Lingering, close, in Bellamy's personal space as he curls his fingers and demonstrates positioning. The way his wrist bends and snaps when he pantomimes releasing it. ]
I could do it with my glove on, but that's because I've done it a million times. I'll keep watch, if you wanna' give it a shot.
[ What an arrogant cuss. ]