[Under Rio's touch and the layers of tattered clothing, IV is taut. Although he wasn't expecting to engage in physical contact, he doesn't recoil now that it happens. He just doesn't move. Her hand grounds him and threatens to wipe the smirk off his face. In the end, he sticks to his choice – and his smirk widens widens.]
Even if I tried to walk away, you'd just end up following me.
[Or so she claims in that regal tone of hers. He should be grateful to her for it despite his arrogant posture, how tall he stands.]
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Even if I tried to walk away, you'd just end up following me.
[Or so she claims in that regal tone of hers. He should be grateful to her for it despite his arrogant posture, how tall he stands.]
. . . It's settled, then.