[The hunter had managed to get the holopads into the drawer since those had the possibility of denting at a rough tumble off a desk. Still he's voicing his displeasure with a curse under his breath at the pin, shooting a half-assed glare back at the man when the papers go flying off his desk. Hopefully Shade would be gratuitous enough to clean up the mess.
He's less thrilled at the armor that clatters though. No one was coming to his door so that was pretty nice. The worry leaves his mind when the arm encircles him, giving enough encouragement for him to grind back against him.]
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He's less thrilled at the armor that clatters though. No one was coming to his door so that was pretty nice. The worry leaves his mind when the arm encircles him, giving enough encouragement for him to grind back against him.]
You just like making messes.