"Ah!" Quanil tries to pull their hand away from Mr. Sunjata's when he presses between his knuckles. Their fist loosens a little automatically. "That did hurt a little."
More than that, they don't really understand. Not the specifics of it. "So it has to be just tight enough but not too tight," they sum up, because that much, at least, they can grasp from the test itself.
((I'm sorry, I woke up with a bad case of gutterbrain this morning. All this talk about how tight it should be, and I'm just like, "that's what lube is for, Sunjata should know this by now." THIS HOW YOU FLIRT, 'JATA?! SHAMEFUL! (I'm kidding! I'm kidding!)))
More than that, they don't really understand. Not the specifics of it. "So it has to be just tight enough but not too tight," they sum up, because that much, at least, they can grasp from the test itself.
((I'm sorry, I woke up with a bad case of gutterbrain this morning. All this talk about how tight it should be, and I'm just like, "that's what lube is for, Sunjata should know this by now." THIS HOW YOU FLIRT, 'JATA?! SHAMEFUL! (I'm kidding! I'm kidding!)))
