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*He let out a soft chuckle, nudging Nea with his shoulder and clearing his throat after the mess of words he just released. It was embarrassing to stumble and he didn't want to leave the wrong impression.* [6/??]
//sorry for the late reply.. I was busy.
*She could feel his hand hovering, the atmosphere grew heavy and she looked towards his direction with a frown.* "Seriously, Quen.." *She shrugged it off, nudging her elbow against his shoulder.*
*Though his voice was drowsy and filled of concern, his eyebrows turned upward in a melancholic motion, signaling that he was growing worried about the habits. Quentin rose a hand hesitantly to Nea's back, letting it hover as he contemplated whether to actually touch her or not. He decided against it, dropping his hand back into his lap while sucking air in through his teeth.* "Hm.." [4/??]