"And and and," is Yseult's laughing protest. Her struggle is token, not enough to disrupt her mimicry of his cadence. She twists her wrist free of his grip but coils her arm back around his, pinning it between their chests. "So greedy, maybe I don't want you to speak with me for the rest of today at least."
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Date: 2022-02-07 01:18 am (UTC)