Chris hums again, still soft and thoughtful, the blush still on his face as he feels Thorne's fingers on his hand. Devious, he was with someone absolutely devious.
He looks down at what Thorne writes and he's about to steal the pencil back, about to reply when the joke is made. He shoots Thorne a look and gives him a nudge, a hard one, but nothing that would force him out of the seat. He laughs softly despite himself though, finally takes the pencil back.
Annoying, but yes. Even like a french girl.
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[wc: 95]
