~fingers~
"I ref...I..rejuct..no wait," The words were on the tip of her tongue but for some reason Penny kept on tripping on anything past the first syllable. "You're wrong," she finished finally on a small sigh.
The sound of Orsino cracking his knuckles made Penny wince visibly. People who could joints always freaked her out ; so much so that Helen used to sit at the table and crack all her fingers, neck and shoulders at the dinner table until Penny caved and gave chase.
"On your head?" The retort was quick and Penny crooked her finger to beckon him closer. "I'm an under-er. Hugging someone taller is easier than hugging someone of the same height. Then s'awkward. Don't like awkward."