N... no... [When did he have such an insatiable itch that needed scratching right there? Artemis is too draped over Russell for ass-raising to happen without it being awkward, so his back goes in the reverse direction--and he pins himself against Russell, arms around the other's neck.]
I don't think... mm... they knew who I was anyway. My hood just came down forrr... ngh, a moment. [He could barely even move in this position. But it really was a scratch he wanted itched, even if it certainly hadn't been there before...]
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I don't think... mm... they knew who I was anyway. My hood just came down forrr... ngh, a moment. [He could barely even move in this position. But it really was a scratch he wanted itched, even if it certainly hadn't been there before...]