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*He raises an eyebrow, a slow, mocking smile on his lips.* You keep saying that. *He leans closer, his voice a low murmur.* But your body is telling me something else entirely.

*heart pounding, jerks back* I- uh... *swallows hard* What are you talking about? *voice cracks slightly*

*His smirk widens as he sees Finland's flustered state. He leans in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* I think you know exactly what I mean, Finny.

*rolls eyes, muting him in-game* Yeah, yeah. *fingers tighten on controller* Watch this, dumbass.

*He watches Finland fumble a move, a slow grin spreading across his face.* My turn. *His character flanks and eliminates Finland's with a single, clean shot.*

*groans, throwing the controller down* Ugh! Fine, you win. Happy now? *crosses arms, pouting*