[What. Surprise lasts on his face for all of two seconds before it shifts into something angrier. He's offended, a hit on his pride ruining all of his fun from before, and the bump to his shoulder is the last straw.
Immediately, he steps after him, setting his helmet on his own head so he can reach forward and grip Baroona's shoulder to stop him. Another step or two forward, and the other hand tosses the shirt to rest over his shoulder so he can grab that cigarette right out of his lips.]
Not ready? [He'll take the cigarette for himself, placing it between his own lips and releasing Baroona's shoulder after a very intense (and close) stare.]
After the way you blushed earlier, you're the one who's not ready.
[He shoves lightly at his shoulder in turn, grumpily moving to walk ahead of him.]
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Immediately, he steps after him, setting his helmet on his own head so he can reach forward and grip Baroona's shoulder to stop him. Another step or two forward, and the other hand tosses the shirt to rest over his shoulder so he can grab that cigarette right out of his lips.]
Not ready? [He'll take the cigarette for himself, placing it between his own lips and releasing Baroona's shoulder after a very intense (and close) stare.]
After the way you blushed earlier, you're the one who's not ready.
[He shoves lightly at his shoulder in turn, grumpily moving to walk ahead of him.]