|…this is awkward. Really awkward.| She looked at the ground, just kinda… standing there. How to regularly interact… “So, uh…” She stopped. She had no idea how to continue that- I mean, what exactly could she say to someone who was extremely unpredictable? Even in normal situations, she can’t really talk to people like a normal person. This was like trying to- uh… |I can’t come up with an accurate enough metaphor for that.| Neither can I. |…you’re the narrator. How can you not-| Because I’m tired. Also we’ve gotten way off track. So anyway. She nervously laughed. “Wow, this is awkward.” |…oh my god. I need to shut the heck up.| P He stopped humming for a second and nodded. "Yup-.." awkwardly hums "Ya you know what I do when sh[oop] becomes awkward? You know usually I run away but I think that just might make it worse-" HUMMING INTENTSIFIES. |whatdoido WHAT THE HECK DO I DO- THINK SWAP, T H I N K. PLEASE-| He looked a bit..off. But, that's just because he's so nervous and AWKWARDNESS F It had been a couple of days since she’d decided to trust him. Honestly, the two days had been… just as awkward as the first. She was still a little wary with him, but way, way more open than before. At the moment, he wasn’t around- wherever he was, she didn’t really care. She trusted him. …for the most part. It was a little strange… sometimes it felt like something was different about the way he acted. Just… not sincere, I guess. But it always felt like she imagined it, too. So it was probably fine. She was just glad she didn’t /have/ to do anything she didn’t want to. She just felt… Better.
