[ Don't call him out that way, Abbacchio! He hadn't felt any shame before, but now there was a slight flush that rose to his cheeks as he let out another snort. ]
Fuck off, you know I haven't! I just figured...
[ What had he figured here? ]
...well, I mean, hugging gets you more than just holding hands so I figured touching something else gets you more, right?
[Ugggh. He honestly isn't even sure. Even after all of the rampant boning, he didn't really pay attention if man tit grabbing counted as chroma building. Fuck.]
Man, I mean, if you insist...it's not like I was really asking to do it...
[ DIRTY. FUCKING. LIAR. ]
...but I wouldn't have done it without getting an okay or something. You know, if I'd been asking...
[ Even as he continued down that weird road of denial he shifted just a little, just resting a hand on Abbacchio's chest. That was it for now, even if his first instinct had been to just straight up stick his hand in the other man's shirt.
[ He was quiet for a few moments, just staring at his hand before finally shrugging just a little. ]
Yeah, I guess...
[ Did it really feel any different than touching his own chest? He didn't move the hand that was resting on Abbacchio's chest, instead pulling away just a little to put his other hand on his own chest.
[ He looked at his hand that was still just hovering in the air, disappointed that he hadn't really checked his Chroma count before going for that over the shirt tiddy touch. ]
Well, like I said, it was still warm so it must have done something.
[ Even as he thought it, there was still another option, wasn't there? It's not like it would be difficult. There was a quick look at his wristband, just a rather dull glance as he noted the amount in his account. ]
Maybe if I just...
[ Aaaaand there it is, Mista plunging his hand straight into Abbacchio's shirt for skin to skin contact. ]
[ Oh fuck, oh fucking hell, what the fuck...!! Mista didn't even really have time to think about what was happening before he found himself slammed against the floor.
A cough as he caught his breath, letting out a pained groan as he just laid right where he'd landed. ]
What the fuck, man? I just wanted...to fucking compare....
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Yeah, but holy shit, like they're just there.
[ Don't touch them. Don't touch them. ]
What the hell kind of workout do you do?
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What the hell does that mean, they're just there.
What, you want the regime? Gonna get buff, Mista?
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If it makes them look this good when someone's hugging you, then you're damn right I want it!
[ Sorry, Abbacchio, he's saying you've got some nice tits there. It's hard not to notice them when they're just closer to his face than normal. ]
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[This is a weird compliment, but okay?? It's not like he doesn't let them hang out or show all the time anyway.]
What's the big deal anyway. It's not like I've been hiding my chest all this time, idiot.
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[ Just because you let them show, doesn't mean he ever really paid attention to them. ]
I know you haven't been hiding them, but I'm pretty sure my face has never been this close to them either...
[ He let out a thoughtful hum. ]
Do you think touching a guy's tits gets you the same amount of chroma as touching a chick's?
[ Really. ]
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WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT]
I don't know, have you touched a lot of lady tit lately that makes you think that you get chroma from that?
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Fuck off, you know I haven't! I just figured...
[ What had he figured here? ]
...well, I mean, hugging gets you more than just holding hands so I figured touching something else gets you more, right?
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Look, if you wanna touch 'em so bad, go for it.
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[ DIRTY. FUCKING. LIAR. ]
...but I wouldn't have done it without getting an okay or something. You know, if I'd been asking...
[ Even as he continued down that weird road of denial he shifted just a little, just resting a hand on Abbacchio's chest. That was it for now, even if his first instinct had been to just straight up stick his hand in the other man's shirt.
Don't do it, Mista. ]
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There. Settled your curiosity.
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Yeah, I guess...
[ Did it really feel any different than touching his own chest? He didn't move the hand that was resting on Abbacchio's chest, instead pulling away just a little to put his other hand on his own chest.
Compare and contrast. Hmmm. ]
...yours is definitely warmer.
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[MISTA.]
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Hmm? Well, yeah? It didn't feel that different, but if you compare the two at the same time you can definitely tell it's better touching someone else!
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Okay fucking great, are you done?
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[ He pulled his hand back rather suddenly, holding it up in the air for a moment. He didn't know what to do with it now. ]
Shit, sorry man, I guess I got a little carried away or something...
[ Is his other hand still on his own tit? Yeah. Sorry. ]
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[chroma-wise or. whatever.]
I don't think grabbing your own does anything either.
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Well, like I said, it was still warm so it must have done something.
[ Even as he thought it, there was still another option, wasn't there? It's not like it would be difficult. There was a quick look at his wristband, just a rather dull glance as he noted the amount in his account. ]
Maybe if I just...
[ Aaaaand there it is, Mista plunging his hand straight into Abbacchio's shirt for skin to skin contact. ]
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I didn't fucking invite you to cop a feel twice, dipshit.
[Yeah, that hug? Now very quickly becoming Abbacchio literally lifting Mista up and slamming him back into the floor.]
Keep your fucking hands to yourself.
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A cough as he caught his breath, letting out a pained groan as he just laid right where he'd landed. ]
What the fuck, man? I just wanted...to fucking compare....
[ GOD WHERE DID HE GO WRONG?! ]
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Get your shit together and keep your fucking hands to yourself.
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[ He just rolled over onto his side, taking in a deep breath as he pushed himself back up. ]
...I'm just gonna go, thanks for the help. It was nice until I fucked it up.