[He allows himself to be pushed down, bangs tossed across his eyes in the brief, short-lived struggle, heart jumping a little quicker. The look he angles upward, however, is coolly defiant even with Cy's weight bracketed across his hips.]
Your ten seconds ended a long time ago. You're not allowed to talk about how the color blue suits me.
[The tomato halts any further speech, pushed up against his lips—teeth obligingly take it, then letting it drop deeper into his mouth before he attempts a bite on Cy's thumb for his trouble.]
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Your ten seconds ended a long time ago. You're not allowed to talk about how the color blue suits me.
[The tomato halts any further speech, pushed up against his lips—teeth obligingly take it, then letting it drop deeper into his mouth before he attempts a bite on Cy's thumb for his trouble.]