[She just... stares, her expression still mired in shock. How can he be so casual about this? His arm just sprouted feathers -- it turned into a wing.
What is happening? What has she even gotten herself into?
And he just tells her that he's tired, after a display like that. Elle can't decide if this guy is just kind of an asshole, or completely oblivious.
Her words, when the finally come, have a sharpness to them. A stubbornness, a sarcasm. But she doesn't move from her spot on the floor, her body not quite unfreezing.]
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What is happening? What has she even gotten herself into?
And he just tells her that he's tired, after a display like that. Elle can't decide if this guy is just kind of an asshole, or completely oblivious.
Her words, when the finally come, have a sharpness to them. A stubbornness, a sarcasm. But she doesn't move from her spot on the floor, her body not quite unfreezing.]
Yeah, obviously. But what?