[There's an urge to get closer and now she's not sure who it belongs to. She's also not sure if it matters who it belongs to; even if it's his, it feels like she has so little at this point that she doesn't mind claiming it as her own.
But then he gets this look in his eye, and before he even does it, she senses that she's in trouble.]
Uwah—!!
[The world spins around her — around them — and she holds tighter to him like she might get spun right out of her body if she doesn't. She does end up pulling herself closer with that grip and the lingering momentum of that spin as it ends. Purposefully? Who knows. She's not pressed to him yet, but she could be with just a little more.
Her expression settles into something starstruck and dumb, cheeks red and eyes dazed as she takes one little dance step too many.] Whoa.
[Is she supposed to make whole words after he says and does stuff like that?? The corner of her mouth quirks up again when her heart comes back down to Earth. Or at least closer to it.] Ha, I totally don't mind if you lead like that.
I feel like— [Some well-trained part of her thinks better of the words, but shimmying and spinning around has clearly rattled them off their shelves, because they come tumbling out anyway.] I like you too much.
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But then he gets this look in his eye, and before he even does it, she senses that she's in trouble.]
Uwah—!!
[The world spins around her — around them — and she holds tighter to him like she might get spun right out of her body if she doesn't. She does end up pulling herself closer with that grip and the lingering momentum of that spin as it ends. Purposefully? Who knows. She's not pressed to him yet, but she could be with just a little more.
Her expression settles into something starstruck and dumb, cheeks red and eyes dazed as she takes one little dance step too many.] Whoa.
[Is she supposed to make whole words after he says and does stuff like that?? The corner of her mouth quirks up again when her heart comes back down to Earth. Or at least closer to it.] Ha, I totally don't mind if you lead like that.
I feel like— [Some well-trained part of her thinks better of the words, but shimmying and spinning around has clearly rattled them off their shelves, because they come tumbling out anyway.] I like you too much.