[ Zexion doesn't dare admit how completely unappealing the idea of hands on his prick it, at this very moment. He just holds arm across his stomach and feels his jaw tremble and tries to push through the tension headache. ]
Right. Right, in no time...
[ He smiles wanly rocking a little on the plastic seat to try and relieve a little of the heavy pressure, babbling.] Maybe they'll go ahead and give me a 'virtual' heart, too, while I'm in here.
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Right. Right, in no time...
[ He smiles wanly rocking a little on the plastic seat to try and relieve a little of the heavy pressure, babbling.] Maybe they'll go ahead and give me a 'virtual' heart, too, while I'm in here.