[ dave tips his head back with a huff of soundless laughter to let john do whatever, but he hears john mumbling and tries to listen more closely, thoughts happily blurred at the edges. ]
Hm? [ prompting, but not really pressing if it's nothing at all, fingertips tracing maybe-aimless patterns back down to john's hips. or maybe he's writing actual words; it's probably fairly hard to tell. ]
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Hm? [ prompting, but not really pressing if it's nothing at all, fingertips tracing maybe-aimless patterns back down to john's hips. or maybe he's writing actual words; it's probably fairly hard to tell. ]