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"Murdock, can't you sit opposite?"
"And get squished by the big guy? No way."
"But it looks weird, us sitting in the same side of a booth."
"You mean," Murdock said, grinning wickedly, "that it looks kinda gay?"
"Murdock!"
"Like people might think we're doing stuff under the table." He leaned closer, his breath caressing Face's ear. Face squirmed. "Like, I dunno, me putting my hand on your knee and, for example, running my fingertips slowly along your thigh..."
"Hands on the table!" Face snapped, as Hannibal and BA came into the diner. They joined Face and Murdock in the booth.
"You look... BA, stop crushing me, will you... you look a bit flushed, Face. Everything okay?
"Yeah," Face gasped, "but can we get this done quick? I really need to get out of here."
"Got a date?"
"Um, yeah, something like..." Face said, very carefully
avoiding catching Murdock's eye.
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