Jay eyes Tim's open hand with immense displeasure. The nicotine smell on his fingertips hits him full in the face but he manages not to gag. He's used to that smell anyway.
He climbs onto Tim's palm, feeling awkward and deeply uncomfortable - touching people isn't really a thing he does usually, and now it's so pronounced, like wow he is just really like, all up on there, oh god, stop thinking about it. He can see every line and detail in Tim's hand. It's really, really weird.
"Um, okay," he says, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying not to actually touch Tim's hand with his hands. His feet are bare. No helping that. "I'm ready."
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Jay eyes Tim's open hand with immense displeasure. The nicotine smell on his fingertips hits him full in the face but he manages not to gag. He's used to that smell anyway.
He climbs onto Tim's palm, feeling awkward and deeply uncomfortable - touching people isn't really a thing he does usually, and now it's so pronounced, like wow he is just really like, all up on there, oh god, stop thinking about it. He can see every line and detail in Tim's hand. It's really, really weird.
"Um, okay," he says, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying not to actually touch Tim's hand with his hands. His feet are bare. No helping that. "I'm ready."