Bodylotion

„Hey, cut it out! I‘m not used to people touching me unless they‘re two-dimensional!“ — “So, Micah. Tell me about yourself. How old are you?” “Nineteen.” “Do you go to school?” said Marlowe “Not anymore.” “What do you study?” “Waiting tables at a bar.” “So—do you want to be here today?” “Nope.” “Can you tell me a little about your family?” “No!” “How about what happened to you that night?” “It was magic.” “And you said you don’t want to be here today?” “Yes.” “Would you like something to eat?” “Yes, I do want a cookie with milk. I would also like a sandwich.” “Chocolate chip okay?“ „Yeah, chocolate chip would be good. I‘ll eat it at the bar before it opens. I can‘t sit at the dinner table when you‘re so distant.“ — Later. „Why are you so touchy-feely? NO! I won‘t succumb to such normie tactics! Who do you think you are, just touching me like that?!“ “Would you walk with me?“ Phoenix asked imploringly. — Not the norm, a touch of naughty: Sexual organ of the week. Damn, he opens his mouth and crap comes oozing out. „If you keep this up, you‘re gonna get... you‘re gonna make me blush!“ „Not sure my body can handle any more physical contact.“ Marlowe ejaculated. “Pink. I was into pink that year.” “I love you,” breathed Phoenix — Can you even get the dialogue going? Skip the filler and reach for the meat. Skip the boring, pointless talk. Opt for bodylotion.