He almost feels bad as he unbuttons his shirt. Which wasn’t exactly part of the hex, or whatever, but it just feels more natural than clipping them on over his shirt.
Is it the hex that gets Hank to obey, or is he just being cheeky? A little of both, maybe. Hank’s not sure he believes in magic, but he’s also averse to just baring himself to a woman in public — he’s not that rude.
So maybe there is a little magic at play here.]
Okay, they’re on. Whatever. [Clamped tight over his nipples with the weird chain hanging between them. Hank holds his shirt closed afterward, feeling his chest rub against the fabric. Goddamn.] Happy?
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[Hank has to gawk at her for a second.
Gramps? She’s not wrong, but...
He almost feels bad as he unbuttons his shirt. Which wasn’t exactly part of the hex, or whatever, but it just feels more natural than clipping them on over his shirt.
Is it the hex that gets Hank to obey, or is he just being cheeky? A little of both, maybe. Hank’s not sure he believes in magic, but he’s also averse to just baring himself to a woman in public — he’s not that rude.
So maybe there is a little magic at play here.]
Okay, they’re on. Whatever. [Clamped tight over his nipples with the weird chain hanging between them. Hank holds his shirt closed afterward, feeling his chest rub against the fabric. Goddamn.] Happy?