[He exhales for her, and there he is. That's that. There is no smell of vomit at all, but he uses the cinnamon kind. Spicy.]
Satisfied?
[His fingers feel a bit itchy - his nails grew slightly just then. He slips his hands into his pockets, the dominant one brushing against where his clippers are.]
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Satisfied?
[His fingers feel a bit itchy - his nails grew slightly just then. He slips his hands into his pockets, the dominant one brushing against where his clippers are.]