[ Train. Silver skull. There's not much of a difference between them, right? ]
A train. [ This line of conversation requires his hands. So he's going to snag Jim's and close his fingers one by one until only the index fingers on each are out. Then he'll line them up so they are parallel. ]
It's a steam powered cart that runs on rails like this. [ Running his own fingers over the top of Jim's rails. ]
[ At least he had an excuse to play with Jim's hands. Sliding his fingers between his. ]
Sorry. Gotten used to try to explain them to people here.
[ These are his hands now. Pulling them close to press a kiss against the back of his palms.
Thinking for a moment. ]
I was pretty mad. Irvine, a friend of mine, just joined the group. He was going around trying to be some stupid big shot. Kept goofing off and flirting with the girls in the group.
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A train. [ This line of conversation requires his hands. So he's going to snag Jim's and close his fingers one by one until only the index fingers on each are out. Then he'll line them up so they are parallel. ]
It's a steam powered cart that runs on rails like this. [ Running his own fingers over the top of Jim's rails. ]
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Jim, still looking bemused, lets Zell use his hands as a ruler. ]
No, buddy, I know what a train is.
[ He turns his hands, holding onto Zell's. ]
Never heard of anybody needing to punch one before.
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Sorry. Gotten used to try to explain them to people here.
[ These are his hands now. Pulling them close to press a kiss against the back of his palms.
Thinking for a moment. ]
I was pretty mad. Irvine, a friend of mine, just joined the group. He was going around trying to be some stupid big shot. Kept goofing off and flirting with the girls in the group.