[What the hell had he gotten himself into?! This teenage girly sandwich was making him nervous. Physically he wasn't worried about being attacked. Mentally though, he felt as though his brain was about to implode from all the sugar-high air that was just released into the room. He was starting to sweat as no one else had been able to get him to do in his history. And that it came from two girly girls? Ridiculous.]
Riddick. [He takes her hand tentatively too, his voice going all grumbly as his discomfort mounted. He twitched in his chair.]
And nothing's going on with the ceiling, it just... Nevermind. [SO UNCOMFORTABLE.]
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Riddick. [He takes her hand tentatively too, his voice going all grumbly as his discomfort mounted. He twitched in his chair.]
And nothing's going on with the ceiling, it just... Nevermind. [SO UNCOMFORTABLE.]