Hanna, who had been having some serious thinking going on in that head of his, has to cover his own face when Maurice opened his big idiot mouth. "Whu- Oh my go- Maurice!" He hisses, red as a fucking tomato, shoving his boyfriend out of embarrassment.
It's lucky that no one was around to hear, but god damn, man. He'll just embarrassedly stop forward and try not to think about how doing that will only give him a better view.
"And they're aaaall for me!" Maurice was enjoying himself now. At first he thought he'd feel sad in the maze of mirrors--like he might start feeling like he wasn't real. Or didn't have a soul. Or wasn't a person. But Hanna had taught him that he was. No matter what.
And Maurice, who was a person, just tromped right behind Hanna, clawed hands outstretched and gesturing as if he were going to pinch said cute ass.
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It's lucky that no one was around to hear, but god damn, man. He'll just embarrassedly stop forward and try not to think about how doing that will only give him a better view.
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And Maurice, who was a person, just tromped right behind Hanna, clawed hands outstretched and gesturing as if he were going to pinch said cute ass.
"Ah'm gonna get it!"