[ With a darker shade of red forming on Squall’s cheeks, he took the hint or what he thought was a hint and sat up just a little, not enough to tip Sora over but enough to be able to move. He started pulling his shirt up until he pulled it off over his head, tossing it off to the side. Lying back down his hands moved to rest on Sora’s waist. He had light scars here and there from training and fights he’s been in, but nothing too exciting and noticeable. ]
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Your hands feel nice...