[The hand comes off Senri's arm so he can shove his palm against Senri's chest. It's a little rough, a push enough to pry Senri off while he also takes half a step back, like he's been scalded.
At first, he thinks there's some way Senri is inside his head, and he's offended being an uncontrollable hormonal teenage boy is being teased.
His stare is suspicious, a glare--until the pressure of the push pops back over his own chest. His fingers hover over the spot... and then his eyes snap up.]
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At first, he thinks there's some way Senri is inside his head, and he's offended being an uncontrollable hormonal teenage boy is being teased.
His stare is suspicious, a glare--until the pressure of the push pops back over his own chest. His fingers hover over the spot... and then his eyes snap up.]
Strung Red.