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in-house or out and about wrecking your shit

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Little bit. Posie taught me the difference between 'rub' and 'stab'.

[ him and his boney murder fingers, you know how it is. clones like posie and mikal were made to know how to give incredible massages, but there's been no such programming done with andyr, or attempt at learning, outside of what some enforce. tugging at him, Andyr's pulling Mikal over to one of the sleep mats, and fussing at him to get him to lay down. let him do a thing, ok? let him try. ]

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Mmm-hmm.

[He sounds thoroughly skeptical, but Mikal lets Andyr steer him to the mats and lies down with a sigh.]

Don't bitch if I start walking you through it.

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Uh huh, yeah yeah, whatever.

[ andyr fusses at him, while helping mikal out of his jacket and the shirt under it before letting him lay on his stomach, sitting down at his side to run his hands over his bare back. ]

You're gonna do it whether I suck or not, so what else is new?

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[He lets out a short laugh and gets comfortable, shivering a little at the first touches of Andyr's hands to his back.]

Look, there's just some things you do better with direction.

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I can accept that.

[ Andyr chuckles, beginning to work at Mikal’s shoulders, thumbs working into the muscle there for a moment, though Andyr gets distracted with the want to touch him more, and now and again his hands stray to smooth down over the solid frame of his back, along his spine over to his sides and back up. ]

If you’re so much better, how come it’s always me trying to do this shit?

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[Mikal hums, doesn't even complain or admonish Andyr for his wandering hands.]

Because I can't give myself a massage, now can I?

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I dunno, I'm pretty flexible, did you not get that gene too?

[ nurr hurr hurr. his thumbs work at Mikal's lower back, trying to get at some knots of tension here and there. he's always so tense. ]