Upon perceiving the sensation of foreign flesh b r u s h i n g against the surface of his arm, there was naught but consternation etched upon his features & his head was turned in a longitudinal direction with lips pursed into a tenuous line, espying the individual whom was [ audacious ] to cling unto his physique antecedent to murmuring beneath his breath.

    ❝Great… a fangirl.❞

          Merely is this instance a case of misunderstanding, for from behind had this, now obvious, stranger appeared to be an individual all but common in the spare’s day to day life—-at least… that’s what she’d plead. Grip is thus released upon not only male’s expression, but also his regards.

                    ❝—-Fangirl? Pfft! No way!

                      I just thought you were someone else is all.❞

   Defense is immediate, though not prioritized–and appendages would shift to cross in objection.