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Zyra mumbled a small 'bless you', smiling at the girl. "I honestly don't know, I just put on whatever my friend gave me since she said it would be 'rude' of me not to cosplay."
Zyra mumbled a small 'bless you', smiling at the girl. "I honestly don't know, I just put on whatever my friend gave me since she said it would be 'rude' of me not to cosplay."
“Well that’s kind of you” she replied, looking around for a moment before returning her gaze to Zyra.
"Well, I was forced to come…" Zyra mumbled, a soft nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“Well, that’s good, cause you found me” she replied, her eyes sparkling when she looked at her next
Zyra's face burned a bit more, shyly nodding. "Yea…" She mumbled. "Soo, umm, police station?"
"Polic station" she repeated, smiling softly at her as she moved slightly closer, liking the safe feeling that Zyra gave off.
Zyra nodded, her face burning even more as she started heading to the exit, making sure Kamilia was following her. How was this woman making her so flustered so damn easily?
Kamillia slipped her hand into Zyra’s, her heart rate picking up before a shock came across her body, the touch giving a jolt of hurt to her, due to her initiation of the touch, didn’t effect Zyra. She ignored it, excusing it as static, and let her hand rest in Zyra’s, the touch only hurting once.
Zyra's face burned a lot more, wondering if her face was actually red now. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she felt like she was glowing, and she felt really nervous. Goodness, what was happening to her?
She saw the red tint of the girl's face, a nervousness taking over her own being. Was she hurting her? She loosened her grip on her hand, although it was fairly loose before. "You ok?" she asked, her heart thundering in her chest.
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Zyra nodded, not trusting herself to speak, considering she would stumble over her words like there's no tomorrow if she opened her mouth. Her heart had almost stopped beating when the other loosened her grip, had she done something wrong? Had she made the other girl uncomfortable?
"Am I making you uncomfortable by holding your hand?" she asked, not really wanting to let go although she would if Zyra wanted her to.
"N-No, I'm fine, totally fine, not flustered at all," Zyra stumbled out, being a bit sarcastic, considering she was very flustered and wasn't fine at all.
“If flustered you mean angry then I can get to the police station myself. I’m sorry if I’m being an inconvenience” she replied, hoping she wasn’t an inconvenience. She stopped and turned to the girl, their faces merely a foot apart
"No no, it's fine, you're not being an inconvenience," Zyra quickly replied, her face returning to it's original color.
(Sorry it's short)
"Alright" she replied, smiling softly. "Sorry if I'm being really forward," she muttered, brushing a piece of hair from her face.
"It's fine," Zyra muttered, running a hand through her hair to move some hair out of her face.
She kissed her quickly, a thank you gesture, which she didn't know could be taken for romance. "Thank you for helping me back there" she muttered after their lips parted.
Zyra looked shocked, more than shocked actually. "I—uh—y-you're welcome…." She stuttered out, blushing furiously as she let a piece of hair fall in hopes of covering her face.
She looked at her, confused. "Are you ok? You're hot and your heart rate has picked up" she asked, moving the hair and placing her lips on Zyra's forehead and checking her temperature without thinking twice.
(Heyyyy, so I know I haven't been on notebook for a long time, and I was wondering if you still wanted to keep this going? I just read through the rp and their relationship is so cute and I love it)
(Yes! for sure! I think it's your turn to respond though :) )
(I realized, sorry for not responding for so long lol)
Zyra didn't know she could be this embarrassed as she tried to form a coherent sentence. "I-I'm fine, just a bit surprised."
(It's alright lol)
She noticed the uncomfortable tone in her throat and backed off, still only getting used to the differences between her normal culture and human normalities.
She looked across her face, sighing softly as she gave up on trying to help her. Seemingly whatever she did made the red tint on the girls face brighten and the embarrassment aura become stronger.
"Surprised?"
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