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[there truly is an uncanniness to how he looks like and doesn't look like himself. but, that smirk of his...

she seems to consider something for a moment, as though she was thinking of getting up and returning to her room.

but.

instead she closes the space between them, resting her body against his as she kisses him, hand still at his cheek.]

I suppose I will stay.

[even if, there is something to this that feels...different.
a distinct need to overpower, to overcome something she feels emanating from him.]