[It's the sort of hit that's easy to dodge, but Dodger chooses not to budge. He lets it hit and yelps as he stumbles forward, sort of forcing his fall to "accidentally" land on the couch, straddling Squalo's lap.
There's a flair of temptation, a moment where he wonders how much he could take before Squalo pushed him off.
And then his shoulders relax, and he laughs quietly before rolling off of him.]
Here, it'd be a shame if I crushed your twig legs.
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There's a flair of temptation, a moment where he wonders how much he could take before Squalo pushed him off.
And then his shoulders relax, and he laughs quietly before rolling off of him.]
Here, it'd be a shame if I crushed your twig legs.