[With only a touch of hesitation, the woman nods. She seems like a solemn creature, all serious expression even if she's flushed just a bit. Her own slight shame at being caught in such a trap can explain the color in her cheeks.
She offers out her hand as she speaks, palm up and squirt gun balancing just as well as it had been turned on it's side.]
I thought so as well. Wouldn't adhesive still allow me to pull it off with enough force?
[Yes, she really had stood in that dumpster all sheepish and forlorn, trying to rip it off. What was a little skin when one healed quickly anyhow.]
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She offers out her hand as she speaks, palm up and squirt gun balancing just as well as it had been turned on it's side.]
I thought so as well. Wouldn't adhesive still allow me to pull it off with enough force?
[Yes, she really had stood in that dumpster all sheepish and forlorn, trying to rip it off. What was a little skin when one healed quickly anyhow.]