Before Benedict can walk away, Clarisse lunges across the table and grabs his wrist. Her grip is unsurprisingly strong. She's not going to yank his shoulder out of joint or anything, but it's a pretty firm hold.
"What the hell is your problem, man? I thought we were cool."
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Date: 2024-11-23 03:45 am (UTC)Before Benedict can walk away, Clarisse lunges across the table and grabs his wrist. Her grip is unsurprisingly strong. She's not going to yank his shoulder out of joint or anything, but it's a pretty firm hold.
"What the hell is your problem, man? I thought we were cool."