[And Emil freezes like a deer in the headlights at Richter's reaction, mind totally blanking on what he's supposed to do next. Um, Judith said something about moving in a certain way, right? Too bad he forgot just what she'd said. He also has to fight the urge to tug either the shirt down or the pants up-- he's lost weight and it shows, making him even more self-conscious about revealing that much skin.]
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