[ Nervousness wells up inside of her, reaching out to every limb and toe as she awaits his response or reaction. His silence encourages her hyperactive imagination, generating scenarios and reactions that are all more outlandish and ridiculous than the last. The arched eyebrow for example is easily turned into a pair of furrowed ones in her mind that become angrier and more furious for no rhyme or reason.
But when his answer finally arrives and time seems to speed up back to the present it has her blinking at him in confusion. In the myriad of scenarios she had conjured up in what had to be the last thirty second at most, she hadn't been expecting that. ]
...No?
[ She leans closer towards him, bewilderment spreading across her features as if that would reveal precisely whether or not he was trying to tease her again. ]
No, I just said we made up. And I apologized. To you. Aren't we going to talk about that? And you really don't have any questions except, "No beating him up, then?"
[ Over the course of her reply bewilderment fringes on mild incredulousness even as she does a startingly good impression of him. ]
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But when his answer finally arrives and time seems to speed up back to the present it has her blinking at him in confusion. In the myriad of scenarios she had conjured up in what had to be the last thirty second at most, she hadn't been expecting that. ]
...No?
[ She leans closer towards him, bewilderment spreading across her features as if that would reveal precisely whether or not he was trying to tease her again. ]
No, I just said we made up. And I apologized. To you. Aren't we going to talk about that? And you really don't have any questions except, "No beating him up, then?"
[ Over the course of her reply bewilderment fringes on mild incredulousness even as she does a startingly good impression of him. ]