"No!" Rachel drew her hand back. "I don't want to touch it! It's strange, and new, and weird, and why do I have to be the one to touch it?"
"Fine," Finn thrust his hand into the sparkling pouf. "I'll touch it." He wiggled his fingers. "See? I'm fine!"
"FINN!" Rachel screeched. "You don't know what it's made of! You don't know what it is, period!" Finn cut off her next sentence, and then his own by pulling his hand back out and examining it. It was a very interesting thing- said hand seemed to be covered in a film-like substance that when touched, was as hard as armour.
"That's so cool," Rachel breathed.
Finn could only smirk as he asked, "Now, don't you wish you were the one who touched it?"
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General FictionSome prompts that I made up. If you want to use them, please ask first via private message.. I reserve all rights to them, and they may only be used with my permission. Thanks! :) -Kyla
