Final Fantasy VII - Fiction
Hands {Marlene & Barret} [G]
Papa's hands were rough and battle-worn, like a pair of old rocks. His metal hand was the one she liked the most.
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Whenever she reached out to grasp it, she would expect a chill to quiver and snake it's was up her arm.
But when she did place her tiny hand into his palm, she would smile.
It was warm.