[ her smooth moments are, like her bad hair days, few and far in between. she can put on a good facade, fake it 'til she makes it, but the truth is she's more likely to be inwardly flailing than not.
she can't tell if she's relieved that he's not immediately calling her out on not owning up to her mistake — well, not directly, that is. but that isn't going to stop her from refusing to concede defeat in the situation, admit that she'd meant to summon someone else. (never mind that he's not on board the ship now anyway, but she won't learn that until later.) ]
What? No, that's — that's silly. [ she's close enough to him now to reach out a hand, fingers lightly tapping on his chest through his shirt a few times before she finally gets her palm involved too and presses a more direct touch there, pursing her lips together in an attempt at an appreciative expression. ] Ooh. Solid.
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she can't tell if she's relieved that he's not immediately calling her out on not owning up to her mistake — well, not directly, that is. but that isn't going to stop her from refusing to concede defeat in the situation, admit that she'd meant to summon someone else. (never mind that he's not on board the ship now anyway, but she won't learn that until later.) ]
What? No, that's — that's silly. [ she's close enough to him now to reach out a hand, fingers lightly tapping on his chest through his shirt a few times before she finally gets her palm involved too and presses a more direct touch there, pursing her lips together in an attempt at an appreciative expression. ] Ooh. Solid.