[ There's a flicker of something light behind her eyes. Surprise, maybe. Or pride. Whatever it is, it's satisfied with his laughter, even awkward and exaggerated as it is. It's not like she knows the difference. The smile doesn't hit her mouth fully, but the corners turn up just slightly as she lets her gaze skate away from him. It's too obvious that she's avoiding looking at him, really. There's nothing else remotely interesting in this room. ]
I train. [ So, no. Not entirely a joke. And truthfully, the staring at people thing probably comes from (1) the fact that she's rarely in social situations at all, (2) the fact that he's the oddest, most fascinating person she's ever met. She stares at him far more often than anyone else. In fact, she prefers to avoid looking at most people. ] I didn't come here to talk. I prefer you when you aren't speaking.
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I train. [ So, no. Not entirely a joke. And truthfully, the staring at people thing probably comes from (1) the fact that she's rarely in social situations at all, (2) the fact that he's the oddest, most fascinating person she's ever met. She stares at him far more often than anyone else. In fact, she prefers to avoid looking at most people. ] I didn't come here to talk. I prefer you when you aren't speaking.