Rashidi's skin was buzzing. It was uncomfortable and the touch of fabric only made it worse. He wanted so hard to be able to take his clothing off and just stand in the middle of the room where nothing could touch him, but he had friends over. It wouldn't be proper.
So Rashidi went silent, focussing solely on the feel of his skin, to process only the overwhelming sensation and nothing else.
He hoped his friends didn't notice.
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