Mia let out a small noise of protest as he grabbed her wrist, squirming as his arms snuck around her, forcing her own shirt to get covered in the yolk she thought she had been so clever to cover him with in the first place.
After a moment, though, she started to realize exactly what was happening. Tino's arms were around her. She was pressed up against him. Tino wasn't bulky by any means... but he was still... muscular, and it was eerily familiar being this close to him.
But no. She wasn't going down that road. She pushed at his arms. "Get off."