[It catches up to him all at once, the realization that this is all happening, that not only doesn't she hate him but she likes him--wants him--thinks they're not just friends anymore. He glances down suddenly, but that hangdog, heartbroken look scatters entirely for reddened cheeks and huge, wide eyes instead.
I'm a piece of shit, said his face before, or I fucked up. But that's obliterated by the sheer force of oh, damn, son!
His eyes skitter back up, down, to the side and then up again as he sucks in his lower lip to chew it in an entirely different way than before: not wretchedly, but with his nerves tuned to a simpler key, Fidget in C Major.]
So I would... only use it here? Or in. Secret messages. Like if we had an exchange--notebook.
[If any more color floods to his head, his face might explode.]
'Cause other people stole Flora from me already. Jerks.
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[It catches up to him all at once, the realization that this is all happening, that not only doesn't she hate him but she likes him--wants him--thinks they're not just friends anymore. He glances down suddenly, but that hangdog, heartbroken look scatters entirely for reddened cheeks and huge, wide eyes instead.
I'm a piece of shit, said his face before, or I fucked up. But that's obliterated by the sheer force of oh, damn, son!
His eyes skitter back up, down, to the side and then up again as he sucks in his lower lip to chew it in an entirely different way than before: not wretchedly, but with his nerves tuned to a simpler key, Fidget in C Major.]
So I would... only use it here? Or in. Secret messages. Like if we had an exchange--notebook.
[If any more color floods to his head, his face might explode.]
'Cause other people stole Flora from me already. Jerks.