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2:00 AM at night.
Needle shuffled closer to Pencil, trying to warm herself. The breeze had been especially bad today, and she was shivering. Pencil, who was half asleep, relaxed slightly when Needle brushed against her body. Needle hesitated before wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her head on her back. Just the feeling of Pencil against her still felt so intoxicating, even after all this time. Something about little things like holding her hand was...special. It felt as if Pencil had cast a spell on her in those moments that made her that much more dependent on her, almost like she was lovesick. It was almost like a drug that Needle would take and only crave more and more.
She always wondered if Pencil felt the same way about her.
Needle always had this lingering thought in the back of her mind that Pencil knew exactly the kind of power things like that had on her. Or maybe it was all in her head, and she was making something out of nothing. But she couldn't help but notice how different Pencil was when she was around her. Everything she did felt much more..intimate. Her movements and words were so much more intricate and intentional, like she was doing it on purpose. It all made her feel so...
Special.
No one else made her feel like that before.