( ... If there's anything to shake her attention off her own thoughts, hearing that certainly does. She lifts her eyebrows, blinking fast so her vision stops flirting with the concept of swimming. She very, very nearly blurts out, Sorry for your tastes.
She avoids it, because she'd have to say that to Mikasa back home as well, and that would... genuinely be cruel.
Instead, she very awkwardly reaches out and pats his arm. There, there. )
Good luck with that.
( Then shakes her head, turning to look forward and start walking toward the food smells again. Movement is easier. Who handles emotions? Or the very odd feeling that announcement brings, because it feels utterly surreal, and outside her realm of experience. )
I don't do boy talk unless you're buying me something to eat first. Hitch had free one-way listening for four years. I'm not suffering through that again.
i'm so sorry hlkasjdf
She avoids it, because she'd have to say that to Mikasa back home as well, and that would... genuinely be cruel.
Instead, she very awkwardly reaches out and pats his arm. There, there. )
Good luck with that.
( Then shakes her head, turning to look forward and start walking toward the food smells again. Movement is easier. Who handles emotions? Or the very odd feeling that announcement brings, because it feels utterly surreal, and outside her realm of experience. )
I don't do boy talk unless you're buying me something to eat first. Hitch had free one-way listening for four years. I'm not suffering through that again.