Oh, fancy. Let's start with the spicy stuff. I'm like, immune.
[Instinctively, Kyna moves to link her arm with his, off to find some suitable food truck, but halfway through she hesitates. It's not skin on skin, though, so she chastises herself silently for being a fucking weirdo and settles her arm in the crook of his.]
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[Instinctively, Kyna moves to link her arm with his, off to find some suitable food truck, but halfway through she hesitates. It's not skin on skin, though, so she chastises herself silently for being a fucking weirdo and settles her arm in the crook of his.]