[ There's a stretch of time long enough for Locus to take a breath, to turn his head, nose pressing into the soft short-clipped stands of his hair, just behind his ear. ]
...I know.
[ And then that hand comes down, smartly smacking across the other cheek. Not as hard as can hit, but it's not gentle. It's meant to sting, to pull his attention entirely. ]
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...I know.
[ And then that hand comes down, smartly smacking across the other cheek. Not as hard as can hit, but it's not gentle. It's meant to sting, to pull his attention entirely. ]