[ The way he responds makes her heart go aflutter. It's like her words mean something to him. She was used to being shrugged off (except by Malik, Malik who she had... pined over? Somehow that memory seems far-off, those feelings impossible...). His response leaves little to be desired from him, even makes her feel comfortable in his presence. Would it be so far-off to think that he might feel the same as she did? ]
You're... right, it is. [ Her eyes dart from his neck to mouth to eyes, lingering on his lips for a moment. ] I suppose I was looking for a reason to touch you. [ She confesses with her own embarrassment finally making itself known, cheeks becoming rosy -- all the way down to her neck. She's flushed to an extent that it might be a little clear that this sort of behavior from her is uncommon, that he alone is special.
She retracts herself reluctantly to fumble with the teapot and bring it to the table, placing it in the middle between the tea cups that she'd placed there before he'd come in.
If anyone could sit down nervously, Quistis somehow managed it. Her head ducks more out of demureness than thanks. Now, what to talk about...? ]
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Date: 2013-12-21 05:37 pm (UTC)[ The way he responds makes her heart go aflutter. It's like her words mean something to him. She was used to being shrugged off (except by Malik, Malik who she had... pined over? Somehow that memory seems far-off, those feelings impossible...). His response leaves little to be desired from him, even makes her feel comfortable in his presence. Would it be so far-off to think that he might feel the same as she did? ]
You're... right, it is. [ Her eyes dart from his neck to mouth to eyes, lingering on his lips for a moment. ] I suppose I was looking for a reason to touch you. [ She confesses with her own embarrassment finally making itself known, cheeks becoming rosy -- all the way down to her neck. She's flushed to an extent that it might be a little clear that this sort of behavior from her is uncommon, that he alone is special.
She retracts herself reluctantly to fumble with the teapot and bring it to the table, placing it in the middle between the tea cups that she'd placed there before he'd come in.
If anyone could sit down nervously, Quistis somehow managed it. Her head ducks more out of demureness than thanks. Now, what to talk about...? ]