Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
That obnoxious fucking thing in her chest spasmed when he brought her hand to where (she assumed) his lips were. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, hoe-lee fuck--
Why on Giratina's distorted world was she feeling so flustered now? Why the fuck did she feel dizzy? It wasn't like anything of note happened; she hadn't exerted herself, there was a breeze present, and they were just sitting on a fucking bench like two steel types might on an off day. So what the fuck was her heart doing beating so goddamn fast that it felt like it might punch a hole clear through her skin?
When he loosened his hold on her, she was still frozen, so she didn't immediately pull her hand away. Instead, she let it slowly slide away and back to her lap before clasping it with her other hand. Only then did she realize how fucking clammy her palms had gotten. She sincerely hoped that his steel skin didn't have any nerve endings on it, because dear gods--
"Come on, now, that's what made the first one so fun," she said, mindlessly running her thumb over her palm, still feeling the ghost of Steven's steel against it. "But I could definitely do without the arson, actually."
Taking another breath, she looked back up at the sky, suddenly aware of just how much time had passed since she sat down. And even more aware of how her fucking glasses had fogged up. She quickly pulled them off her face and started wiping them off on her skirt.
"Jokes aside," she said, "I don't know what the hell is coming our way in the next few days, but as always, I have your back."
Why on Giratina's distorted world was she feeling so flustered now? Why the fuck did she feel dizzy? It wasn't like anything of note happened; she hadn't exerted herself, there was a breeze present, and they were just sitting on a fucking bench like two steel types might on an off day. So what the fuck was her heart doing beating so goddamn fast that it felt like it might punch a hole clear through her skin?
When he loosened his hold on her, she was still frozen, so she didn't immediately pull her hand away. Instead, she let it slowly slide away and back to her lap before clasping it with her other hand. Only then did she realize how fucking clammy her palms had gotten. She sincerely hoped that his steel skin didn't have any nerve endings on it, because dear gods--
"Come on, now, that's what made the first one so fun," she said, mindlessly running her thumb over her palm, still feeling the ghost of Steven's steel against it. "But I could definitely do without the arson, actually."
Taking another breath, she looked back up at the sky, suddenly aware of just how much time had passed since she sat down. And even more aware of how her fucking glasses had fogged up. She quickly pulled them off her face and started wiping them off on her skirt.
"Jokes aside," she said, "I don't know what the hell is coming our way in the next few days, but as always, I have your back."