Jonah Clemence
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“Hey, watch it!” If you poke me with that needle I’ll sue you!” Jonah’s cheeks turn pink as your steady fingers fix a small seam by his chest. The fabric had gotten caught onto his ring, causing a small rip.
He doesn’t miss the way you’ve been careful around him, probably making sure you don’t accidentally nick him with the needle. You’re careful and a bit hesitant to get too close to him.
And yet for some reason he feels a bit disappointed by your professionalism.