1 Work by ButcherCat
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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” her voice broke with similar pain, though seeped with irritation. Vincent caught her wrist when her clenched fist came to meet his chest. She nearly jumped out of her skin, stumbling upright and out of her seat. “Jesus Christ, you’re real!” She held the wrist she had ripped away from him, looking like a deer in headlights. Had she thought he was one of the wax figures?
The freak's freakin' out.Vincent shifted, ready to stand and leave at the sight of her alarm and discomfort- “No, I- I'm so sorry, please don’t leave.” Her voice cracked but there was an audible sigh of relief from her when he settled back into his seat.
