[Stephen has never been a fan of affectionate gestures, only initiating some as a lover, and always shying from it whenever it was coming from strangers. It isn't in his genes, it seems, to be warm, though perhaps one day it's a flaw he would work on.
But tonight is not the night, and when he feels arms wrapping around his mid-section, he stiffens instinctively. The voice that whispers in his ear is unknown, but when the young woman it belongs to calls him by another name, he frowns lightly. His hands covers her as he gently pries them off him.]
I'm afraid you are hugging the wrong person, Miss. [He says as he turns around to face her. He's fairly certain he couldn't have been that much of an asshole on his first round in the Quarantine to lead a woman with a false name, unless he's hit his head somewhere along the way. The smile he offers her isn't exactly apologetic; it's more dry and amused than anything else.]
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But tonight is not the night, and when he feels arms wrapping around his mid-section, he stiffens instinctively. The voice that whispers in his ear is unknown, but when the young woman it belongs to calls him by another name, he frowns lightly. His hands covers her as he gently pries them off him.]
I'm afraid you are hugging the wrong person, Miss. [He says as he turns around to face her. He's fairly certain he couldn't have been that much of an asshole on his first round in the Quarantine to lead a woman with a false name, unless he's hit his head somewhere along the way. The smile he offers her isn't exactly apologetic; it's more dry and amused than anything else.]
My name is Stephen, not Richard.