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❝ DO YOU TRUST me ? ❞ slightly urgent ( peaked further by the disheveled plumes of hair which heave with the rising action, like wheat grass pulling in summer wind ) he extends a gloved hand in impetuous, make shift tactician. // * OPEN.
❛ NOPE. ❜ but his inflection reads LIGHT-HEARTED, as steve inwardly shoves at his own contempt towards help --------- ( he’s prideful, not stupid ) & catches the other’s hand.

















