[ Infuriatingly annoying are the two words that come to mind when she looks at him. The mask does little to dampen the sheer amusement rising off of him, and she can't quite decide if she wants to punch him or kiss him in an attempt to dispel that aura. On second thought, if experience has taught her anything it's that the latter would only result in more of what's annoying her.
Her eyes widen for a split second before narrowing at the not confession as heat flares up in her cheeks again at the mention of the night. She's acutely aware that she now finds herself torn between annoyance and something else she's been resolutely trying not to name. ]
You - [ Words lodge in her throat as she quickly decides to change gears. ] Like what?
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Date: 2023-07-15 05:15 am (UTC)Her eyes widen for a split second before narrowing at the not confession as heat flares up in her cheeks again at the mention of the night. She's acutely aware that she now finds herself torn between annoyance and something else she's been resolutely trying not to name. ]
You - [ Words lodge in her throat as she quickly decides to change gears. ] Like what?