[She disappears back underwater with him and screeches in disgust, twisting and recoiling to try and dislodge him from her so that she can put distance between them, though not before a shudder of discomfort rolls down her spine.
The Condesce wants nothing, absolutely nothing to do with his platonic, nonviolent advances. It makes her skin crawl in ways she would never admit. She twists in his hold and attempts to scratch at any part of him that she can reach in the process of trying to wriggle away to the surface in hopes of leaving him sinking to the bottom of the tank.]
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The Condesce wants nothing, absolutely nothing to do with his platonic, nonviolent advances. It makes her skin crawl in ways she would never admit. She twists in his hold and attempts to scratch at any part of him that she can reach in the process of trying to wriggle away to the surface in hopes of leaving him sinking to the bottom of the tank.]