[ Oh no oh no two years is a long time but the FLUTTERS are back in full fucking force. She puts her hands on his shoulders as he twirls her, devolving into laughter after her initial squee. ]
[ What's not back - oh, thank god it's not back - is the overwhelming, violent urge, nay, necessity, to flip into repulsion, to yell obscenities. The emotional panic still crawls up her arms, but she can push it down. Her face still heats up, embarrassment strong, but she doesn't have to cover that with anger. ]
[ Instead, as soon as he lowers her at all, she leans in and wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug. ]
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Eeeeeee!!
[ Oh no oh no two years is a long time but the FLUTTERS are back in full fucking force. She puts her hands on his shoulders as he twirls her, devolving into laughter after her initial squee. ]
[ What's not back - oh, thank god it's not back - is the overwhelming, violent urge, nay, necessity, to flip into repulsion, to yell obscenities. The emotional panic still crawls up her arms, but she can push it down. Her face still heats up, embarrassment strong, but she doesn't have to cover that with anger. ]
[ Instead, as soon as he lowers her at all, she leans in and wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug. ]
I missed you.