Ow. "Michi-ow. Ow ow ow ow ow." Gray winced as she dragged him along. It hadn't been too much of a problem until she started to pinch at the part of his shoulder that had nerves in it. Pressure points and all that. Imagine a vulcan death grip, only not as bad, and no passing out--much to his chagrin.

"Cool guy smirk?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes and attempting to pry her fingers from his shoulder somewhat casually. As if she wouldn't notice that.

"I can't help it. It's just natural!"