Kaz drains the last of his drink and leans forward. He fidgets with his
gloves, debating putting them back on to eat. He might be better, a
little, with skin touching his, but he's still fastidiously clean, dislikes
the idea of grease on his fingers.
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Date: 2016-09-11 07:47 pm (UTC)Kaz drains the last of his drink and leans forward. He fidgets with his gloves, debating putting them back on to eat. He might be better, a little, with skin touching his, but he's still fastidiously clean, dislikes the idea of grease on his fingers.