Orion's face goes right into his palms. Thanks, Retrospec. Now he has that lovely, fantasized image in his head. And it's not the time or place to be having that.
He tries to mumble something through his hands, but it's mostly indistinct. He's so sorry, Biffy.]
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Wait...
Without clothes.
Orion's face goes right into his palms. Thanks, Retrospec. Now he has that lovely, fantasized image in his head. And it's not the time or place to be having that.
He tries to mumble something through his hands, but it's mostly indistinct. He's so sorry, Biffy.]