[It really is reminding her of the time she was trapped in that love hotel with her teammate and had to resist the call of the Lovers Shadow. And yet, somehow, this feels different -- it's not quite as sinister, and her limbs aren't filled with the same lethargy that had threatened to keep her rooted in place. If anything, she feels more energized than she's felt in weeks, freed from the sense of overwhelming dread that had been her constant companion for almost half a year.
She wants to do something, and if breaking down the door isn't an option, then she'll have to settle for kissing this cute boy. And he is cute; she can hear in his voice that he must be flushing, and that brings a playful smile to her lips as she turns and glances up at him.]
I don't have a watch to set a timer, [because she hasn't quite realized that the high-tech device on her wrist is more than just a fancy pamphlet,] But I think it's gonna be up to the voices either way.
[Masking her own hesitation, she impulsively reaches up to touch his cheek, feeling warmth rising to her own as she adds,] I don't usually do this with people I've just met... you owe me that candlelit dinner after, okay?
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[It really is reminding her of the time she was trapped in that love hotel with her teammate and had to resist the call of the Lovers Shadow. And yet, somehow, this feels different -- it's not quite as sinister, and her limbs aren't filled with the same lethargy that had threatened to keep her rooted in place. If anything, she feels more energized than she's felt in weeks, freed from the sense of overwhelming dread that had been her constant companion for almost half a year.
She wants to do something, and if breaking down the door isn't an option, then she'll have to settle for kissing this cute boy. And he is cute; she can hear in his voice that he must be flushing, and that brings a playful smile to her lips as she turns and glances up at him.]
I don't have a watch to set a timer, [because she hasn't quite realized that the high-tech device on her wrist is more than just a fancy pamphlet,] But I think it's gonna be up to the voices either way.
[Masking her own hesitation, she impulsively reaches up to touch his cheek, feeling warmth rising to her own as she adds,] I don't usually do this with people I've just met... you owe me that candlelit dinner after, okay?