[What. No what...? Ice-cream parlor? Who was Meg? Was he delirious, or just that tired? This was one of those situations Samus didn't encounter very often--a sleepy guy snuggled up between her boobs muttering about nonsense with no sign of letting her go.
Her brows furrow, and she looks around the rest of his bedroom as if someone was watching, or if there'd even be anything to help her figure out the best course of action. Nothing, of course, would. Not even a crowbar to pry him off with.
Maybe Samus didn't really want to do that, as her mind goes back to what he said, prickling at her curiosity. Ultimately she slumps, relaxing and propping herself up on her elbows on his sides, her and bosom ready to humor him.]
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[What. No what...? Ice-cream parlor? Who was Meg? Was he delirious, or just that tired? This was one of those situations Samus didn't encounter very often--a sleepy guy snuggled up between her boobs muttering about nonsense with no sign of letting her go.
Her brows furrow, and she looks around the rest of his bedroom as if someone was watching, or if there'd even be anything to help her figure out the best course of action. Nothing, of course, would. Not even a crowbar to pry him off with.
Maybe Samus didn't really want to do that, as her mind goes back to what he said, prickling at her curiosity. Ultimately she slumps, relaxing and propping herself up on her elbows on his sides, her and bosom ready to humor him.]
Ice-cream, huh?