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🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
They were in a rush to get to the car, Norah had sent off the Hype House equivalent of the bat signal and that meant there were no arguments to be had- three consecutive pineapple emojis sent in the roommates group chat was a the highest tier of emergency. Mickey had scooped up his keys and raced to the front door and Len met him there as she came from downstairs, fixing the bottom line of her lipstick with her index finger.
“Norah.” Mickey explained, and she nodded sagely, murmuring that she would come with him.
With him in the lead, they filed out of the front door in the direction of the black G Wagon that sat in the sun. His legs were longer, but Len was faster; as they walked side by side her finger tips brushed against the back of Mickey’s palm and he made a face as he yanked it out of reach from his cousin.
“If you tell me that those hands were just wrapped around Leon’s dick, I’m gonna send out my own fuckin’ cry for help.”
