[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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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.