[ In his tittering over the idea of Byerly with eight tattoos, each finding a new way to depict his equality with the Black Fox, Bastien could at least pretend not to notice the look. If it were something he didn't want to talk about, or if he were willing to maybe leave By with the impression he did something wrong or stumbled on something traumatic.
He shakes his head, but it doesn't mean no. ]
It's nothing. [ With the same faint embarrassment as if he were admitting to having a security blanket or silly childhood nickname: ] I used to be very ticklish.
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He shakes his head, but it doesn't mean no. ]
It's nothing. [ With the same faint embarrassment as if he were admitting to having a security blanket or silly childhood nickname: ] I used to be very ticklish.