[ The fact that it's raining waste is temporarily shifted to the back of her mind. At the front of her mind: what does another person's face feel like? Strange, that's what. But - nice, wow. She touches his lips and his nose. Moves her hands to his cheekbones then his jaw. Man what is with people here and their eyes?? ]
...What colour are your eyes, Jaune? I thought they were violet, but... now they seem blue.
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...What colour are your eyes, Jaune? I thought they were violet, but... now they seem blue.