[The moment those words are said, the hand that Cilan had been reaching out with, whose destination had been to sit on the other boy's shoulder as Cilan tends to do often, has grown sharp icicles of ice that spring outward like the quills of a porcupine.
As such, Red may suddenly experience a brief but sharp jolt in his shoulder if Cilan's hand did make it close enough to touch him, however Cilan is quick to snatch his hand back right away because on the list of things we meant to do today, that was not one of them.]
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As such, Red may suddenly experience a brief but sharp jolt in his shoulder if Cilan's hand did make it close enough to touch him, however Cilan is quick to snatch his hand back right away because on the list of things we meant to do today, that was not one of them.]
I... I'm sorry, are you alright?