[CENTER][color=lightpink][h1][b]K I M  B E V E R I D G E[/b][/h1][/color]
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[sub][b][color=ff4500]Location |[/color][/b] The campgrounds on Red Rock Canyon
[b][color=ff4500]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Emi [@NeoAJ], AJ [@TootsiePop]
[b][color=ff4500]Mentions |[/color][/b] Jules [@Vox][/sub]
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[color=lightpink]Sudden pressure. Additional warmth. External sensation. Kim knew what this was.

Physical contact.

'[b]Emi-[/b]' she started, attempting to draw away from her friend, but Emilia kept on talking right over her. Kim shuffled, discomfited, but Emilia was far too close for her to pull away completely. '[i]It was the shoulder touch earlier, wasn't it? What else could it have been? I should never have-[/i]'

'[color=ffff1e][b]...not thinking about that fucking asshole Brandon![/b][/color]'

What.

Kim could only stare at Emi in disbelief as she continued her rant, babbling about seemingly everything she had on her mind. Emi getting heated over something was one thing, but the profanity peppered in like sesame seeds on a burger bun was... well, it hadn't even [i]been[/i] a thing before.

Then Emi leaned in close, draping over Kim as if Kim was some kind of seat cushion. Kim was not a seat cushion. She did not, now or ever, want to be a seat cushion. As if to mock her nonexistent desire, Emi's arm, brushing along Kim as it slipped from its place across her shoulders, snagged on her earpiece's wires and succeeded in pulling out one earbud and dislodging the other so it hung tentatively on the shell of her ear. 

'[i]That's it.[/i]'

'[b]Emilia.[/b]' Kim's tone, sharpened with ice, snapped against the space Emi's voice had previously taken up. '[b]You're in my space. Let go of me. Please.[/b]'

Nate and Val seemed to be MIA, Umbra was... well, Kim wasn't sure, and Sami pre-occupied with his thoughts for the future. At the present moment, Jules seemed to be the best option for help. She opened her mouth to call out to him-

Then stiffened.

Craning her neck, she blinked at the Gearhead kneeling behind them. She hadn't heard what he'd said, exactly, but she'd caught the sound of a whisper.

'[b]Oh, it's you.[/b]' Strained from the prolonged physical contact, her voice came out tenser than intended. Not exactly a snap, but it wasn't a warm welcome either. If Emilia would just let go already, maybe Kim could find it in herself to feel bad about it. As it was, she just really wanted Emi to release her.

Preferably in the next second.[/color]