[ Poor Angel just flopped back on the bed at some point, trying to bury under the pillows, since she can't seem to get him to stop. Eventually it becomes even too much for her endless spring of patience.
She gets up, and stalks over to him. ] Perceptor.
[ She reaches up- and since she's fairly short, it takes some doing- and clamps her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to concentrate on her ] Perceptor. Stop. Please. I warned you about the coffee, didn't I?
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She gets up, and stalks over to him. ] Perceptor.
[ She reaches up- and since she's fairly short, it takes some doing- and clamps her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to concentrate on her ] Perceptor. Stop. Please. I warned you about the coffee, didn't I?