[His tone is vicious, but Vietnam still fears nothing. No, keep calm, she tells herself. The more calm you are, the more you will be able to work out why he's so on edge.
Why he's so close like this. She can feel his entire form pressing against her, trapping her further against the door. He's dangerous, and should feel so. But he's warm. Unlike that strange texture of his teeth ghosting against her ear.
She's walking down a dangerous path with him here, though the corners of her lips tug for a minute when he says "Calling Machine".
Despite his actions, and the tone of his voice, everything he's saying is because of her. He wants to walk her home, make sure she is safe. It's unusual, and after the initial panic when he pushed her against the door, she thinks she's getting one step closer to knowing what was going on in his head.
The whole time, he was most likely waiting for her to come home to him. And so she sighs, her hands slide from his chest to his back, and pulls him closer to her body.]
That would involve me getting you a cellphone first, Nagahide. But I can do that.
[Her voice, barely a whisper, was still firm.] Would you really walk me home?
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Why he's so close like this. She can feel his entire form pressing against her, trapping her further against the door. He's dangerous, and should feel so. But he's warm. Unlike that strange texture of his teeth ghosting against her ear.
She's walking down a dangerous path with him here, though the corners of her lips tug for a minute when he says "Calling Machine".
Despite his actions, and the tone of his voice, everything he's saying is because of her. He wants to walk her home, make sure she is safe. It's unusual, and after the initial panic when he pushed her against the door, she thinks she's getting one step closer to knowing what was going on in his head.
The whole time, he was most likely waiting for her to come home to him. And so she sighs, her hands slide from his chest to his back, and pulls him closer to her body.]
That would involve me getting you a cellphone first, Nagahide. But I can do that.
[Her voice, barely a whisper, was still firm.] Would you really walk me home?