[ very, very few people could get away with finding something like that amusing. it just goes to show how used to having it Jen was. it's a shame it was uncomfortable to sleep with it on, because if it wasn't for that she'd just wear it all the time. again: bodies are dumb. it's rather amusing, too, how Jen went from resenting the presence of the arm to having it be such an integral part of her everyday life. the convenience itself was beyond words, obviously, but even just having it there, feeling the weight of it at her side, the way it moved when she responded as if it was truly a part of her...
and, hey, having people stare at that side of her for good reasons sure as hell didn't hurt.
having her bare arm touched, though, always came at a surprise. mostly because the only times it happened were under clinical or otherwise professional circumstances. or, well, being handled while playing sports. even in the latter incidents most people pulled away and/or apologized straight away. like they were afraid of hurting her - they could - or it was disgusting for them - it probably was.
the touch... it's not unwelcome, but Jen does tense up and hold her breath out of sheer reflex. her other hand stops too, but soon resumes its gentle pace, fingers threading through Lina's locks in the same manner. a moment later and she finally relaxes herself. ] I... don't mind if you touch it, you know. [ a chuckle. ] It won't bite.
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and, hey, having people stare at that side of her for good reasons sure as hell didn't hurt.
having her bare arm touched, though, always came at a surprise. mostly because the only times it happened were under clinical or otherwise professional circumstances. or, well, being handled while playing sports. even in the latter incidents most people pulled away and/or apologized straight away. like they were afraid of hurting her - they could - or it was disgusting for them - it probably was.
the touch... it's not unwelcome, but Jen does tense up and hold her breath out of sheer reflex. her other hand stops too, but soon resumes its gentle pace, fingers threading through Lina's locks in the same manner. a moment later and she finally relaxes herself. ] I... don't mind if you touch it, you know. [ a chuckle. ] It won't bite.