[ Her own hold shifts as well, though it's more like she's trusting him to hold her in place as her arms move, hands curling into his shirt instead now. Her head drops against his shoulder given the weird angle she's at, though it isn't like she's hiding away or anything--she just doesn't know how to cope with her heart hammering as hard as it is. ]
No one here is from my country, but that does not mean I would not wish to look out for them? [ Is that even it though... ]
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No one here is from my country, but that does not mean I would not wish to look out for them? [ Is that even it though... ]