[of all the times she's messed up (she has...a surprisingly substantial list. poor Brady.), this has to be the most embarrassing. but he's acting like it's just...a thing that happens!
...gods. is it?! she has no idea.]
Kinda...? [kinda hot, he says? she stares at him, perplexed, her fingers withdrawing from her bangs as her hand settles back on her neck. her mouth presses into a thin, doubtful line as she considers him -- his words, the state of him, that smirk...
after a moment, her eyes flicker down to her bare knees.]
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...gods. is it?! she has no idea.]
Kinda...? [kinda hot, he says? she stares at him, perplexed, her fingers withdrawing from her bangs as her hand settles back on her neck. her mouth presses into a thin, doubtful line as she considers him -- his words, the state of him, that smirk...
after a moment, her eyes flicker down to her bare knees.]
...I'll be more careful.