<SavanahHolland>	Wendy sits in the gym, sitting on a bench with her back pressed against the cool wall. Wearing black and blue gym shorts and a white tank top. She appears to wear bandages on her hands, the kind you wear for fighting, Wendy having ended up using them over gloves after having lost her pair and just having the bandages around. She takes a sip of water, sweating a bit from wailing on the punching bags for twenty minutes.
<teslatornado>	Chris shows up a few moments later, dressed in long karate pants and loose-fitting t-shirt.  He carries a roll of boxing tape all his own, scooting across the room when he catches sight of Wendy.  A tiny smile crosses his face as he plops down on the bench next to her, gently rubbing his shoulder against hers as he situates himself, taking a run of the tape and putting it around his fingers.  "Hi, Wendy," he intones as
<teslatornado>	he stares at his hands.  "How're you doing?  Any better than yesterday?"
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy notices him as he walks into the gym, smiling softy as he plops down to sit next to her. She takes another chug of her water before closing the cap once more, putting it away in a normal blue and purple gym bag. "Hey, I'm doing pretty good, a lot better than yesterday.. just training a bit. How about you?"
<teslatornado>	"Pretty good.  Got out of class, had a nap."  He looks at her with slight notes of affection.  "First time I've slept twice in one day in a long time."  He finishes taping one hand and moves on to the next.  "Anyway I kind of guess I was hoping you'd be here, since you brought up that whole sparring thing a while ago, and I figured, y'know, we should go a couple rounds."  He looks at her bare, taped hands.  "...  With
<teslatornado>	gloves.  Bare-knuckle boxing is how hands get broken."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy finds herself leaning on him just a bit, not too much but just a bit. She notices the look, she's noticed these kind of things so much more after Jace, the way certain people look at something, their eyes, the emotions they can express through the little things. Perhaps just the tiny bit that was there warming her heart, if it weren't already always on fire. She comes back to attention at his other words. "Yeah,
<SavanahHolland>	we can do that, spar." she pauses in thought "I've actually never faught with gloves.." she says to him, always having used her bare/taped hands.
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<teslatornado>	"... That'd kind of dangerous and silly," Chris says, though not in a dismissive way.  Seems that he's just the kind of person to dote relentlessly for the safety of others.  He gives a confident nod, getting up and finding two pair of what look like MMA gloves - leaving the fingers free, but padding the knuckles and the back of the hand.  He passes a pair to Wendy and keeps a pair for himself, sliding his hands into
<teslatornado>	them.  "So I'm going to assume we're not trying to kill each-other here, right?"  His demeanor changes slightly; his grin is just the tiniest bit cocky.  Like he's excited for the bout coming up, win or lose.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy smiles back at him, not cocky in the slighest, even if she knew exactly how this would turn out. She pulls her gloves on with ease, making sure they're on well before pulling Chris over to a area that seems good. Stepping back and taking on a well defined stance that gives the impression that she knows exactly what she's doing. "Yeah, so when should we stop? When the other falls or something?"
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<teslatornado>	"Mmm..."  Chris appears to deliberate over this for a moment, assuming his own stance; a southpaw boxer's stance, weight centred, back heel lifted slightly off the ground, hands kept in a low guard.  "I'd say cry uncle if only because I don't want to stand here slugging away until one of us finally goes down.  So cry uncle or first to hit the ground, whichever comes first?"
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy nods quickly "Sounds good." she says in a happy yet somewhat determined voice "I'll let you take the first swing." she says, cocking her head a bit.
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<teslatornado>	"Allllright then."  Chris gives that winning smile of his and pounds his gloves together a couple times experimentally, getting a feel for them.  After a few seconds of psychological prepwork for punching the girl he likes in the face, he hauls off and takes the first swing!
<teslatornado>	!4d3-8+3+3
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+3+3
<GameServ>	4d3-8+3+3 = 6
<Mjeowlnir>	GameServ, = 6: 5:7-8+3+3
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+5
<GameServ>	4d3-8+5 = 5
<Mjeowlnir>	GameServ, = 5: 6:9-8+5
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy dodges swiftly, a bright smile on her face as she quickly moves to deliver the next blow to poor old Chris, trying not to rekt him, or end it too early, but one can only hold back so much.
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+10
<GameServ>	4d3-8+10 = 9
<Mjeowlnir>	GameServ, = 9: 14:12-8+10
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 8
<Mjeowlnir>	GameServ, = 8: 9:11-8+6
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<teslatornado>	Chris gets a hand up, but it does approximately fuckall against the freight train of a punch that she just threw, connecting with the side of his head and staggering him just the slightest bit.  He lets out a grunt of surprise, getting his balance back.  "...  Well!  That was unexpected."  He lets out a laugh as he slips in for the next strike!
<SavanahHolland>	4d3-8+5
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 5
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+5
<GameServ>	4d3-8+5 = 5
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy bounces back, Chris /just/ barely missing a punch to her cheek by a few hairs. She laughs as well "I don't blame you!" she says, delivering another forceful strike, this time to his chest.
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+10
<GameServ>	4d3-8+10 = 7
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 7
<teslatornado>	Chris deftly bats the hand away as Wendy swings, grinning the whole time.  His ponytail swishes behind him as he hooks his fist in, aiming to throw a cross at Wendy's torso.
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 7
<SavanahHolland>	'calc 4d3-8+5
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+5
<GameServ>	4d3-8+5 = 3
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy feels the hit connect to her chest as the air is right knocked out of her, for a moment looking worried as she staggers back from the force before composing herself, jumping right back in to return the favor, all while still trying to catch her breath.
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+10
<GameServ>	4d3-8+10 = 6
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 6
<teslatornado>	Chris lowers his hands just in time to catch and deflect a punch that would have otherwise knocked the air straight out of him, hop-stepping back before sidestepping and swinging in on her again.  Body blows here, no headshots.
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 6
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<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+5
<GameServ>	4d3-8+5 = 4
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy's punch that was meant for Chris somehow messed up a bit, her wrist moving a little too far when missing him and letting a spike of pain take over her arm for a minute as she winces. That few seconds of pain enough time for Chris to get in a punch as she nearly falls back, stumbling a bit before she takes a deep breath, using her other hand to try to get a /real/ punch into him, at least so she can show dominance.
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+10
<GameServ>	4d3-8+10 = 10
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 3
<teslatornado>	Oh man that one /hurt/.  Chris takes a gut punch completely unawares, and hard enough to almost lift him off his feet.  He coughs and reels back, losing his balance briefly and stumbling away as if drunk before regaining his balance, slightly doubled-over from the blow.  Figuring that wasting time being off balance and in pain was something he couldn't afford to do in this instance, though, he waited for what he thought
<teslatornado>	would be the right moment and plunged in again!
<teslatornado>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 5
<SavanahHolland>	'calc 4d3-8+5
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+5
<GameServ>	4d3-8+5 = 8
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy dodges, despite the increasingly painful sting in her wrist from the blow earlier, hoping she didn't sprain it or anything, for now just using her other fist, balling it up and trying to deliver the finishing blow, without well, being finishing.
<Tesla>	`calc 4d3-8+6
<GameServ>	4d3-8+6 = 5
<SavanahHolland>	`calc 4d3-8+10
<GameServ>	4d3-8+10 = 8
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<Tesla>	And another hammering blow rails Chris' ribcage, causing him to stagger and finally take a knee.  He raises a hand up and waves it from side to side, the "no-more" gesture.  "Okay, okay, alright, I lose, geez, geez."  He takes a moment to rest in that kneeling position, catching his breath and panting.  He was...  Really winded.  Like, goddamn.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy notices the geasture, perhaps relieved, just ploping herself on the floor, trying to catch her own breath. Beads of sweat on her forehead as her hand goes to the wrist, touching it lightly and just wincing from that little.
<Tesla>	Chris takes a few moments before slowly scooting over to sit next to Wendy, his breath having come back to him and the familiar sting of a good fight settling into his chest and ribs.  There'd be bruises there later.  He gently bumped the top of his head against the side of Wendy's.  "That was good.  You're /awesome/."  He's smiling, a lot.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy lets out a bit of a flustered laugh "You were pretty good too.. landed some really good blows that I didn't expect." she says, rubbing her wrist, she'll probably have to stop by the infirmary later.
<Tesla>	"Thanks, I thrive on doing the unexpected."  Chris chuckles, wrapping an arm arond her shoulder and pulling her into a one-armed hug - a surprisingly forward gesture for the normally fairly reserved and calm Christopher.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy smiles at him warmly at the gesture, wrapping one arm around him, the other arm nursing it's wrist to her side as she melts into him a little, feeling herself a little achy from all of that. "We should do that again sometime, maybe not now, but at some point in the future.. if you feel like losing again." she says jokingly with a laugh.
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<Tesla>	Chris nods eagerly.  "Yeah!  I haven't had a bout like that in /ages/.  I don't mean to be crass, but I /like/ fighting you."  He grins eagerly.  "I want to get better at this whole business so the next time we go a round I stand an actual chance, you know?  You basically handed my ass to me."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy laughs a bit more "I'm glad you're so excited." she nods "I look forward to a challenge, though just now actually was one." another spike of pain in her stupid wrist as she tries to stop herself from visibly wincing.
<Tesla>	Chris notices, of course.  Old Eagle Eyes always notices.  He glances down at her wrist, gently grabbing her forearm with one hand and removing the other from her shoulder to steady her hand.  He cautiously removes her glove and partially unwraps the tape, attempting to figure out exactly what might be wrong with her wrist.  Just a sprain?  A break?  Or just some strain?
<SavanahHolland>	You can tell it's a sprain, light bruising on the wrist can also be seen as Wendy grits her teeth at him pulling off the glove and the tape "W-what are you doing?" she asks, hoping she can just pretend she doesn't have anything wrong with her, hoping not to worry him.
<Tesla>	Chris just looks at the spraing for a moment, pursing his lips in thought.  "...  Wait here, I'll be right back."  He wanders off, and returns momentarily with his boxing tape and some...  Popsicle sticks.  Where did he get those from?  Who knows.  He takes the sticks and gently presses them against Wendy's wrist, then wraps the boxing tape around them, forming a crude splint.  "You sprained your wrist hitting me.  I think that
<Tesla>	means I win," he says once he finishes, looking wry.
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy watches him as he goes, knowing that he knows and making a soft sigh as he uses the popcicle sticks, which she has no idea where came from, making the little splint. She looks up at him, her mouth going wide in suprise for a second before going back to a smile and just letting out a laugh "I guess so, you win"
<Tesla>	Chris closes his eyes and nods quickly at her, gently pressing his forehead to hers for a few moments before sitting back down again and pulling her back into the shoulder hug.  "Just try not to do too much with your wrist and see a nurse about it, okay?  You'll hurt it worse if you try to do too much."
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy closes her eyes as he presses his forehead to hers, taken a deep breath and for a moment their eyes meeting as the faintest pink tinge licks her pale cheeks. She leans into him as he pulls her back into the hug, looking down at her bandaged up wrist before looking back at him. "Alright, I'll try to be careful."
<Tesla>	"Okay. Good."  Chris is quiet for a few moments, enjoying the physical contact he normally didn't like so much.  Then he pipes up again:  "Your blushing is really cute."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendys cheeks redden quickly from that little compliment, looking up at him with somewhat large blue eyes and then looking down embarrassedly. "R-really? I mean you're cute t-" she stops talking, it was one thing when he was just calling her blush cute, but she just called all of him cute.
<Tesla>	"Yeah, you're, like..."  Chris seems lost for a moment when she makes eye contact, unable to react.  "You're really cute.  And nice, and you can fight really well, and also did I mention you're cute?  Because that's a big factor in play here."  He grins, curling his legs up slightly when she calls him cute.  "Thanks.  You're cute too."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy looks like she's going to die just from blushing, her cheeks warm to the touch thanks to it as she takes a deep breath, looking down right when he catches her eye. "Geez.. all this compliments.." she says, not that she minded too much, for a moment she thinks, but there was only one real way to repay him, moving up to peck him on the cheek.
<Tesla>	Chris was, as it were, just moving to do the same thing as Wendy pecked him on the cheek.  He stopped mid motion as she pecked his cheek, then blinked.  Okay, she'd done that.  His mind still in competition mode, he figured that he had to engage in one-upmanship at this point.  So what was the obvious escalation?  He grinned, lowering his chin slightly, and kissed the corner of Wendy's mouth.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy's face turns redder as she stares at him, so close, that was almost a kiss, does that even count as a kiss? Oh god, it's not like she hasn't kissed people before, she was actually really experienced, it was just /him/ that she was so embarrassed about. She leans back in, kissing the corner of /his/ mouth, not wanting to fully commit without permission.
<Tesla>	Chris' jaw inclines even lower, his grin devious and his eyebrows two upward-arcing swoops.  A challenging look.  Was this happening?  Was she really going to try to keep ante-ing up like this?  Maybe it was just the adrenaline wind-down or the thrill of a good exercise routine or the latent after-effects of Wendy not fully having her powers on lock, or some combination of all of them, but Chris was spurred on to continue the
<Tesla>	game and follow it all the way to victory or defeat - which was what led him to lean in, close his eyes, and kiss Wendy full on the mouth.  It lasted less than two seconds before he pulled away, but it had been done.  Beat /that/, Wendy Strauss.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy felt /electric/ just from that short kiss, her breath taken away for a moment and her heart beating so much more faster as she lets her power slip through without meaning to, leaving the pair with a warm sensation coursing through both their veins, she looks in his eyes for a moment, almost dreamily, before trying to take on a competitive expression as she leans in, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to be
<SavanahHolland>	careful of her splint, and giving him a long lasting, breath stealing kiss on the lips, you can tell she actually has experience, and knows exactly what she's doing and how to do it.
<Tesla>	Okay that was unexpected.  The sense of warmth, the eye contact - that came as a surprise to him.  Strange feelings in the back of his head seemed to vie for his attention, but at the forefront, always, rode the idea of the competition.  Fight Mode was still on - he was gonna win this, dammit all.  Papa Townes and...  Other Papa Townes hadn't raised someone who was just gonna flop!  He let the kiss happen, making his own
<Tesla>	contribution - those are no virginal lips on Chris, for sure.  He rides through the experience, resting his hands on the curve of her waist and waiting for her to break the kiss before raising an eyebrow at her, then gently grabbing her hips and pulling her back in, one hand moving up to cup the curve of her jaw and raise her mouth slightly as he kissed her again, his tongue darting out to flick against her upper lip.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy breaks the kiss, wearing the same expression of her face, taking a few solid deep breaths and smiling a bit at the raised eyebrow, so many different thoughts racing through her mind, her chest moving up and down a little faster as her breath does the same. Him pulling her back in, his hands on her waist, if she had a maiden heart it would melt in his arms. Her cheek leaning a bit into the cupping hand. She gets
<SavanahHolland>	deeper, putting her own special passion in a kiss that took place on the gym floor after punching the crap out of eachother. Sliding her tongue out a bit into his mouth as she tries to one up him once more, a little game now of theirs, one she was enjoying /far/ too much.
<Tesla>	Chris was probably having a bit too much fun with this competition as well, his hand shifting from Wendy's jaw to the back of her head, the other hand moving to the small of her back, gently guiding her towards his lap.  He was having so much fun that he barely seemed to register how far locked in he was to this; that it was barely even a competition now so much as a collaborative effort between two people that, up until
<Tesla>	moments ago, had been trying to beat the piss out of each-other.  The irony was lost on him for that moment, though.  It'd come to him later.  For now, he enjoyed things - such as Wendy's tongue, which he gently bit down on.
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy finds herself on her knees in his lap, she hardly weighted much so it was't a problem in the slightest for you, her breath only seeming to sleep away with each moment of their locked kiss. She presses her chest against his, getting close as possible, feeling him lightly bite down on the tongue that was probing his mouth and interwining with his tongue. The girl letting out a faint gasp that only added to her
<SavanahHolland>	enjoyment of it as she tries to only get deeper, the kiss having gone on for a bit long as she runs out of breath, but tries to push it to new lengths, she /had/ to win this little game.
<Tesla>	It was around the point where Wendy deposited herself in his lap that Chris realized that they might not be playing a game any more.  Maybe, just maybe, things were skipping a little bit off the tracks.  Leaving his arms where they were, he gently separated from the kiss, leaving Wendy sitting in his lap and glancing around the gym - as it was late on a Sunday night, they'd ended up the only two there, somehow, but he still
<Tesla>	felt watched and judged for doing this in a Very Public Space, and also there was a serious conflict of interests going on - namely, that he was making out with someone whom his feelings toward were about as wibbly as a Jell-O mold.  "...  Just to be clear, who was winning this...  This, thing, this."  He gestures down at Wendy in her lap, at their torsos pressed firmly against one another.  "This whatever it is we're doing
<Tesla>	right now."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy stares at him, in his lap in her knees, the small girl propped up and still quite close to his face, she doesn't seem as flustered, though there's obvious pink on her cheeks. She stares at the handsome young man she had just kissed on the gym floor with seemingly starstruck eyes and expression that burnt into yours. As if her voice had been taken away as she was simply bewitched by their competition. She doesn't
<SavanahHolland>	know what to do, only feeling the light violet color of violet that took over her stormy blue irises to tell their own tale of what she really felt. She still was processing all of that, all of what he said, what just happened, /all/ of this, and what any of this truely meant to her, or more importantly /him/.
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<Tesla>	"...  Okay no response.  Uhm."  Chris maintained the closeness between the two, enjoying it, but dropped the hand on her head back to her waist, holding her in his lap.  "Okay uh, I want to be absolutely one hundred percent clear in saying that I really really like you a lot.  And it feels really nice to be around you.  I'm still sorting out a bunch of feelings and stuff because I'm new and I don't have too many friends and I'm
<Tesla>	kind of weird about romance and stuff because I don't really like-like people until I feel some sort of bond with them but I'm like...  Really a lot more cool with kissing and stuff than most people because I lost my virginity at one point, it was weird, I don't wanna talk about it, but I like.  You're cute and amazing and I definitely want to spend more time with you but I don't think making out in a gym while we're both
<Tesla>	sweaty and hyped up from fisticuffs is the best time to be making out?"  He tilts his head slightly, and then kisses her again anyway, a quick darting motion, there and back again.  "But I think I would probably like it if we were to do this again in a more socially acceptable place than a public gym."  His face is now tomato red.
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy takes a deep deep breath, that was a lot of information to take in, oh god Chris lost her virginity, she forgot what that means.. she took sex Ed.. so wh- OH GOD HE LOST HIS VIRGINITY, new information, lots of information. Oh god she was now internally freaking out while she stares at him like a complete idiot, slowly falling back to reality with a large crack to the concrete she lands on for her fall. She stares
<SavanahHolland>	at him, her eyes going wide as she quickly slips off his lap, despite the arms around her, taking a few steps back and staring at him. Oh /fuck/. She heard his words and the kiss on the lips that was short, moving a hand up to her lips all of this just happened. "I-" she can't really speak..
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<Tesla>	"...  Uh."  Chris remains seated on the floor.  "Uh.  Shit.  I said too much didn't I."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy takes a few deep breaths, looking down "..crap.. I'm sorry I wasn't.. I wasn't thinking.." she might be thinking too much on the side that he's mad at her for doing, well, all of that. And maybe feeling a little guilty and irresponsible and /oh god/.
<Tesla>	"No.  No, it's...  It's fine.  I'm just...  Fricking stupid and impulsive and reckless and I'm just gonna go now.  I'll...  Yeah.  I'll just go."  He eases himself to his feet, brushing his pants off and scooting off toward the door with his head down and his shoulders slumped.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy takes a deep breath, the coffee shop flashing through her mind, she can't let him leave her, she can't let him go, she knows if she lets him go, he'll be like everyone else. And he will never come back. She quickly stumbles to her feet, her body feeling a bit heavy as she tries to grab his hand with the hand that still had the splint, wincing again in pain as her other hand shoots to grab his to stop him "I'm
<SavanahHolland>	sorry, please don't go, please don't leave."
<Tesla>	Chris looks down as he feels fingers brush his arm, watches Wendy's hand glance past him.  Her bad hand.  He stops and turns, looking like someone just shot his dog in front of him.  He should be crying with a face like that, but no tears are falling; there aren't even tears in his eyes.  "You shouldn't use that hand.  You're just going to hurt yourself worse."
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy's heart absolutely shatters seeing his face, that he should have been crying but he wasn't. Tears collecting in the corners of her eyes, she knows she was such a baby sometimes, but maybe in some sick way, she was just crying for him. She ignores him, the words he said, holding on to his hand tight "Please.. please don't leave me" the small string of words much more loaded than they let on, how many times it's
<SavanahHolland>	shot through her mind, Dad, mom, Lilith, Lucette, Jace, all gone, not coming back, because they all left her, and she knew it was all her fault.
<Tesla>	Chris keeps staring at that hand.  He focuses on it, fixates on it, centers the remainder of his whirling thoughts on that flesh wound, because focusing on anything else right now would wreck him.  He stands his ground, but says nothing.
<SavanahHolland>	Wendy already was wrecked, her eyes red and burning a bit as tears stream down her cheeks in perfect lines like the bars that made up the prison in her mind. She squeezes his hand softly, so horribly scared he'll leave her, even if it's now, she can't take that, she can't take it, she can't take /this/.
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<SavanahHolland>	Wendy lets out a soft breath against him, finally stopping her light sobbing, just wishing she could undo what happened. Just forget how completely dead she made him just from that, when neither of them we're even thinking at all, just doing what felt right at the time but turned out to be so wrong. She doesn't know anymore, but for now she can just fade into him, and maybe hope her heart stops beating in her chest,
<SavanahHolland>	like she always wished idly at times like this. "I'm.. glad.. thank you.."
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<teslatornado>	"...  Yeah."  Chris let out a long, gentle sigh into the top of Wendy's head, his breath warm against her hair and scalp.  He remains curled against Wendy, stockade still and trying to focus on getting back into his own head.  Shit was bad for him in that moment.  He was glad for her presence, and also would probably be glad if she wasn't there.
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