[he grabs her hand as she takes it, holding it firmly but not painfully so, watching her familiar eyes. He remembered something about this. A distant memory of heat and... panic. He tries to keep himself grounded though, his feet on the ground his eyes on hers]
I'm looking for the person who dropped it. If it's not yours then leave it.
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[he grabs her hand as she takes it, holding it firmly but not painfully so, watching her familiar eyes. He remembered something about this. A distant memory of heat and... panic. He tries to keep himself grounded though, his feet on the ground his eyes on hers]
I'm looking for the person who dropped it. If it's not yours then leave it.