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remonroboto.livejournal.com[There is a Kikaito, stopped dead in his tracks, eyes as wide as saucers as his thumb slowly runs down the hand of his exposed, notably jointless, arm.
He starts at a fingertip, slides down the palm, and stills again once he reaches his wrist.
That.
That was a pulse.
That was a pulse.
And he could feel it quickening, to boot.]
He starts at a fingertip, slides down the palm, and stills again once he reaches his wrist.
That.
That was a pulse.
That was a pulse.
And he could feel it quickening, to boot.]
