[ Poor thing. She gets the sense he was afraid to share his hobby. That's the worst part to her. No one she cares about should feel shame for what they love. If he wanted to spend his days communing with animals, then he should be allowed to! Just as long as she can join him. Er...no. Scratch that part. Maybe? She groans inwardly. And to think she was worried about awkwardness. She's way too confused now.
Wait. She could take the lead in everything they do?
She gasps at that offer, wondering if she'd heard correctly for a few seconds. She did, though. It's a thrilling offer, of course. The chance to do what she wants, no limits. Something nags at her, however--what about what he wants? She looks his way, brow furrowed, half at his disregard for himself, half because since when has she worried about what someone else wants, other than the Player?
Her hand begins creeping towards his, and her mouth opens to answer--
He controls himself, but of course, she shrieks. Thankfully, it's nothing as loud as before. It's a miracle it wasn't worse, considering the elevator's suddenly not moving. Being in his arms again--that might be a reason to shriek a little, too. Excitement's cutting through the terror. So warm... ]
Sorry! Sorry. [ She remembered to apologize this time for the noisiness. ] I'm okay. Thanks.
[ Her heart's racing, but she's not sure if it's the fear. She peers into his visor, wishing it were out of the way again. She bites her lower lip, about to speak again...
"Hmm! Aren't you two precious?"
She scrambles out of Soundwave's arms as if she'd been caught robbing a bank vault. She did nothing! No one saw anything! But...who...?
Her face blanches. One of those portraits? Giggling and leaning in for a better look. What the hell? ]
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Wait. She could take the lead in everything they do?
She gasps at that offer, wondering if she'd heard correctly for a few seconds. She did, though. It's a thrilling offer, of course. The chance to do what she wants, no limits. Something nags at her, however--what about what he wants? She looks his way, brow furrowed, half at his disregard for himself, half because since when has she worried about what someone else wants, other than the Player?
Her hand begins creeping towards his, and her mouth opens to answer--
He controls himself, but of course, she shrieks. Thankfully, it's nothing as loud as before. It's a miracle it wasn't worse, considering the elevator's suddenly not moving. Being in his arms again--that might be a reason to shriek a little, too. Excitement's cutting through the terror. So warm... ]
Sorry! Sorry. [ She remembered to apologize this time for the noisiness. ] I'm okay. Thanks.
[ Her heart's racing, but she's not sure if it's the fear. She peers into his visor, wishing it were out of the way again. She bites her lower lip, about to speak again...
"Hmm! Aren't you two precious?"
She scrambles out of Soundwave's arms as if she'd been caught robbing a bank vault. She did nothing! No one saw anything! But...who...?
Her face blanches. One of those portraits? Giggling and leaning in for a better look. What the hell? ]
Do you see that, or am I hallucinating?