I'd probably think they were fucking high. [ Bradbury admits, easily, and his eyes narrow as he draws his own legs up, resting his hands on his knees and sprawling as best as he's able in the tight space.
He can think of faster ways someone could force him to kiss someone else, but he's not going to say them out loud. He has the uneasy feeling they might be observed-- no need to give anyone listening in any bright ideas. ]
So you think that's it? That's our shot at getting out?
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He can think of faster ways someone could force him to kiss someone else, but he's not going to say them out loud. He has the uneasy feeling they might be observed-- no need to give anyone listening in any bright ideas. ]
So you think that's it? That's our shot at getting out?