She looks to him thoughtfully a moment, lips opening a crack but hesitating to let anything pass before just shaking her head and talking/ Am I um.. am I a joke? Like um, am I trying too hard to-to be cool? Or tough, or act l-like a m-man or anyth-thing..? /And drops begin to bead in the corners of her eyes; sniffling back and tipping her chin upwards to keep them in as she rubs her lips and tries to compose herself/
There's n-no problem... w-well, aside from me, I think... /And she releases her dress to brush some hair back behind her ear, only for it to fall back forward, but she ignores it and gazes at the pattern in the lace without really seeing it/
/Any other time she'd probably turn into a scarlet, bashful mess, but today she only manages a brief smile at him/ Thanks, Salamis... /And then looks back down sadly, fiddling with the lace hem between her fingers/
/She looks up at him momentarily, wonders if he's talking about himself or someone else, and decides to voice her thoughts to distract from other things, and perhaps learn a little more about him/ That sounds... foreboding. Uh-um.. d-did you have any trouble? Figuring out who you are? Or-or what you wanted to be...?
/Sometimes she swears he know's what he's doing to her, but then he says something sweet and innocent and it's all null, and all she can do is blush and comb her long-ish hair back before holding her hands together again; palms sweaty/ Th-thanks... I-I guess I'm out of that weird phase, or-or something...
D-do I..? Sorry... /She shakes her head to move some hair from her eyes and flushed cheeks, and pats his hand briefly.. and she hopes reassuringly, before wrapping a much thinner arm around his, and trying to pick up where they left off with the walking/
/She makes herself to blink a couple times, trying to clear her head before she looked into his eyes and forced her hands to let go and clasp infront of herself instead; pulling her lips into another awkward smile/ Hmm~? Y-yeah?
/She nods, biting at her lips from the inside as she tracks the heat of his palm scaling lower, her own hands feeling fidgety with the temptation of touching him back, like his thick arm the size of her thigh, or that bumpy, muscled abdomen that lead to the perfect V shape of his pelvis that seemed to all point to his co- she swallows and squeezes her eyes shut, hugging herself tightly/
/"Probably your company.." she thinks to herself, but looks back up at him briefly before leaning some of her weight on him; tapping her head against his chest/ I don't know.. I-I guess.. I'm not apart from my family too often, s-so I think I'll appreciate the.. quiet..ness...
/She casts her eyes down and squeezes her shoulder in closer together, nibbling the inside of a cheek to try to keep from looking too happy, if it wasn't already evident/ Ye-yeah! Yeah, that sounds ro- REALLY nice..! Nice..
Yes?
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