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Duct tape forces glass onto stone flesh. Adhesive clings onto the unmoving mass as eyes focus on their precision.
Amy takes a step back to behold the creation. There are definitely better ways to do this, but this is all they have right now. Materials aren't exactly easy to come by in these trying times.
Amy dramatically covers her eyes with her hands, and Melody stands from the couch. Amy peels away her hands at the sound and looks up at Melody in awe.
Melody smiles brightly, her autonomy regained, and Amy wraps arms around her tightly, hands clasped behind her. She shuts her eyes and sinks her face into Amy's torso.
The both of them are filled with happiness, at a loss for words. All that exists in the moment are noises like joyful gasps and relieved signs. The atmosphere carries a warm hue to it, in the form of the ease of affection they share.