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The fire was extinguished, the pokémon returned to their pokéballs, and finally Cash and Red lay down for bed. Sharing a quilt atop Red’s open sleeping bag was, in a word, cosy.
‘I’m not a Toxel, Red, heavens; it’s not the end of the world if you touch me,’ Cash said. To prove her point, she pressed her arm up against her sleeping partner, who was doggedly trying to avoid any and all awkward contact between them.
Red turned to face her in the dark, and well. Maybe there was a slight tingling sensation produced by her skin.