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>Lisa blocks the door
>"I won't let you pass until you agree to stop saying squilkable!"
>You have so little reaction that she thinks you didn't hear her somehow, even though you clearly did.
>You grasp her by her bony hips
>It's effortless. You aren't even trying to be delicate or firm.
>It's just a mindless physical action that is performed without any executive function
>You place her to the side like she's a misplaced coat, and leave
>Stunlocked
>She grasps her arms
>For the first time in her life she truly internalizes how little muscle mass they have.
>She imagines touching your arms. Lightly squeezing them. Feeling them as they flex.
>Tracing the contours of your muscles with her emaciated fingertips.
>First your forearm, your biceps, your triceps, all the way up to your shoulders...
>She suddenly realizes that you two are gazing at each other's eyes, and snaps back to reality.
>Her face when
