[Hnnghghgggg. The noise he would have made isn't gonna translate real well to that metallic voice box he has and comes out more like some sort of staticky sigh. Because his eyes are measuring every gap between fabric and skin, roving over the contrast between tanned skin and light shirt, watching those buttons twist as the fabric is stretched. ]
That does sound like something I would enjoy.
[He flops back on the bed, laying on his side with his arm under his head, watching Jesse. His other hand is almost brushing against McCree's side but not quite.]
Me with a side of ice cream? Is that something you would find delicious?
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[Hnnghghgggg. The noise he would have made isn't gonna translate real well to that metallic voice box he has and comes out more like some sort of staticky sigh. Because his eyes are measuring every gap between fabric and skin, roving over the contrast between tanned skin and light shirt, watching those buttons twist as the fabric is stretched. ]
That does sound like something I would enjoy.
[He flops back on the bed, laying on his side with his arm under his head, watching Jesse. His other hand is almost brushing against McCree's side but not quite.]
Me with a side of ice cream? Is that something you would find delicious?