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"She looks destroyed," Erica corrected, staring right along with her. She couldn't help but quirk a little smile at the brothercousins comment; that one did always tickle her so. "I don't think she cares who he is, but he isn't feeling it at all," the dark-haired girl muttered, watching her brother. She had spent enough time with him over the years to gather the gist of his body language.
Right now, he was somewhere between oh-god-please-no, and deciding on flight or.. well, flight was usually what he chose. Fight didn't really factor in. "If she touches him, he's going to lose his shit. Drunk girls are covered in like, microbes and shit."
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