[ Jaune brings her hand down again so he can look at her once more, only because he's curious about what she means. It's only then, by the second glance, that he notices something peculiar about her face, and then everything else falls in place such as her tone and the close proximity. The eye contact, the hair on her lips... those same lips that whisper things?
He wants to vomit.
But he can't, because what he's feeling isn't sickness or disgust. It's something different, entirely new, and he can't compare this overwhelming rollercoaster of emotions to anything that makes sense to him other than motion sickness. But it's not that?? Ugh! ]
So, you're worried that your threats will get stale? That's... a new one... I'm flattered, I think? Heh...
[ He asks as he clears her face from a few rogue strands of her hair, carefully combing them in any direction for no reason other than he wants to see her better. ]
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[ Jaune brings her hand down again so he can look at her once more, only because he's curious about what she means. It's only then, by the second glance, that he notices something peculiar about her face, and then everything else falls in place such as her tone and the close proximity. The eye contact, the hair on her lips... those same lips that whisper things?
He wants to vomit.
But he can't, because what he's feeling isn't sickness or disgust. It's something different, entirely new, and he can't compare this overwhelming rollercoaster of emotions to anything that makes sense to him other than motion sickness. But it's not that?? Ugh! ]
So, you're worried that your threats will get stale? That's... a new one... I'm flattered, I think? Heh...
[ He asks as he clears her face from a few rogue strands of her hair, carefully combing them in any direction for no reason other than he wants to see her better. ]