dolimali:

  ‘ oh come off it, you were practically
    shooting lasers at my head. really. ‘ 

 maybe he’s forgetting about his
 history of playing the victim. or
 maybe this is just plain fun. 

         _{She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms}

                    _{across her chest.}

                 _{❝ Well I only gave you that look because} 

                       _{YOU started looking at me like I killed your mother.  ❞}

dolimali:

  ‘ well fine, just ask for the
    book then, but the dirty
    look back there was just
    absolute overkill. tone it
    down a bit next time. god. ’

                        _{❝ dirty look — ? what exactly are}

                           _{you talking about, because i se-}

                           _{riously have N O  idea. At    all.  ❞}

dolimali:

_x. 

  _{‘ jesus, what’s your issue? christ. ’}

_{❝  excuse me, um, i just need that book, please.❞}

constantquibbling:

   _{“—you’re entirely fine.”}

                            _{Peaceful by nature, a breezy kindness
                             touches her lips, and she lifts her hands
                             to extend slightly in the others direction.}

                                  _{“—I’m not about to put my finger in your ear, am I?”}

— ; ◤ ❁ ◢

                       _{She regrets the decision the moment she uttered}

                        _{the words of permission, but she couldn’t back down}

                        _{now, that would be rude.}

                          _{❝N-no. But you’re about to put a finger in my eye.}

                                                         _{— wait, am I allowed to spoil ? ❞}

constantquibbling:

     “—oh, yes, I think I’d well be able. The
     question was more if you minded, though.”

                        There is no hint of joking in her tone, only sincere concern
                        as to whether the others agreement in any way mirrored her
                        own excitement. It was a bit difficult to tell only from tone, after all.

— ; ◤ ❁ ◢

                       _{❝ Oh-oh, sorry, about that. ❞}

                                                   _{She replied with her head bowed, quite embarrassed}

                                                   _{about what just happened.} 

                       _{❝I don’t mind. Uh, feel my face away, then ? ❞}

constantquibbling:

      Her eyes are resolutely closed, and she keeps
      them that way as she hears the person near.

                 “—would it be strange, to ask you…if I could
                  trace your facial features, and guess what
                  you look like, just from that? For science?”

— ; ◤ ❁ ◢

                       _{❝Um… what ? ❞}

                                           _{The question took Nessarose by surprise,}

                                           _{and she could only stare at Luna with a}

                                           _{confused expression.}

                       _{❝ I guess you could. ❞}