[It's a strange conversation. She'd admit to that. Looking back on it, she might realize it was some sort of pivot point.
But it is true. They barely know each other. Most of the time when they spoke it was off kilter some how-unless they were acting their age, more or less, thoughtless and staying in the moment.
Though there's a part of her that feels strange about it all, her gaze searching his face, the last statement makes her scoff, and shake her head.]
I don't do that. Don't something to be nice would accomplish nothing.
[And that's Caren. But still, she does want it for her-for one reason or another, not all of them that she can put her finger on just yet.
She leans forward. It's a gentle brush the first pass, tentative. It's the second she lingers, a careful press of her lips against his. It's...actually rather pleasant, and warm. He tastes sweet from the snacks they've been eating.]
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But it is true. They barely know each other. Most of the time when they spoke it was off kilter some how-unless they were acting their age, more or less, thoughtless and staying in the moment.
Though there's a part of her that feels strange about it all, her gaze searching his face, the last statement makes her scoff, and shake her head.]
I don't do that. Don't something to be nice would accomplish nothing.
[And that's Caren. But still, she does want it for her-for one reason or another, not all of them that she can put her finger on just yet.
She leans forward. It's a gentle brush the first pass, tentative. It's the second she lingers, a careful press of her lips against his. It's...actually rather pleasant, and warm. He tastes sweet from the snacks they've been eating.]