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[kobes]

Do you dance the same way I've seen you dance before? When you're tequila-tipsy?

[Koby's been the same, for the most part -- the crew, Tim, Quentin making up the center of his world, though a few other entanglements have experienced some...development lately. Case in point:]

You do, yes. I met him at breakfast the other day. He's very...effusive. [Charming, noisy, confidence projected to cover something, something that perplexed and compelled Koby.] But nice. I think you might get along, actually.

[holyposition]

Nastier.

[ He says with a laugh, which is...not pleasant, given the bruises around his neck. And so it's followed by a groan, as he nestles further into Koby's shoulder, like a puppy stomping on a pillow until it's perfect. ]

He's too much. I could barely handle Anthony, and he was...quiet.