[ she closes her eyes for a few seconds, stifling a sigh. in all honesty, she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. certainly a reaction of some sort, otherwise she would have left as soon as she said what she needed to say. the thing about kida, though, was that excepting is probably the last thing you should be doing with him.
still... it's better than she could have hoped for. it's not dismissive, and it's not mocking, and it's just ridiculous enough that he doesn't make a big deal out of what kind of is.
again, she's grateful. ] Tsk.
[ she takes the few steps forward necessary to close the distance between them, but stops just as her fringe tickles his ear. she doesn't have to lean far to reach the cheek he'd pointed to; all she needed to do is turn her head just a little, and that's that.
quietly, because she doesn't need to speak all that loudly from this close, ] I wonder what the look on your face will be like, when someone finally takes you seriously with that.
[ she reaches up and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, once, before quietly stepping around him and hastily taking her leave. ]
[He's waiting for her brilliantly sarcastic comeback. The last thing he expects is for her to close the distance between them so completely. He squeezes the old bag's handles tighter and tighter with her every feather-light step.
No way, no way. It was a joke! She's not really going to...?
Nope.
Wiry strands trickle over the edge of his ear as she turns his expectations upside down with expert showmanship. Her words send invisible shivers down his spine, but he feels hot and his throat is too dry for any sort of reply. He swears his heart skips a beat. By then, she pulls back, patting him once before making her way down the hall.
Only once she's gone does he chance lifting his hand, hesitantly rolling his fingers around his ear. He can't repress an impressed chuckle.]
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still... it's better than she could have hoped for. it's not dismissive, and it's not mocking, and it's just ridiculous enough that he doesn't make a big deal out of what kind of is.
again, she's grateful. ] Tsk.
[ she takes the few steps forward necessary to close the distance between them, but stops just as her fringe tickles his ear. she doesn't have to lean far to reach the cheek he'd pointed to; all she needed to do is turn her head just a little, and that's that.
quietly, because she doesn't need to speak all that loudly from this close, ] I wonder what the look on your face will be like, when someone finally takes you seriously with that.
[ she reaches up and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, once, before quietly stepping around him and hastily taking her leave. ]
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No way, no way. It was a joke! She's not really going to...?
Nope.
Wiry strands trickle over the edge of his ear as she turns his expectations upside down with expert showmanship. Her words send invisible shivers down his spine, but he feels hot and his throat is too dry for any sort of reply. He swears his heart skips a beat. By then, she pulls back, patting him once before making her way down the hall.
Only once she's gone does he chance lifting his hand, hesitantly rolling his fingers around his ear. He can't repress an impressed chuckle.]
Turnabout is fair play, huh?
[Well... Okay then.]