Rozlyn tries to keep the eye contact, a difficult task for her as well
(Yeah okay, she's got it, so, don't beat around the bush I guess)
"Yeah."
(Anything else??? (What the fuck do you want me to say???))
The answer is simple, concise, straight to the point. No stuttering, hesitation, stammering. One word, one confirmation. Small talk, small confirmation. Penny and dime.
Internally, she's nervous, this is being very forward, maybe too much so. Is Helena gonna react well to this? Well fuck it, already committed to it so might as well hold to it.
She shrugs. "Yeah." That's all she needs to say.
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StarletDevil
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Rootbeerpants
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Well fuck. This is very new. Helena had played games where this happened but never in a million years did she expect this in real life. It feels like being punched in the gut but in a good way? How that’s possible Helena has no idea but it’s the best her brain can come up with while it’s having a full blown meltdown. Because now she has to work out what to say next. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her palms are sweaty. Knees are weak and arms are heavy. Gah no get that out of your head. Helena took a deep breath to try and steady herself. It didn’t really work but it’s enough for now. Hopefully.
“Oh! Okay…uh…cool.” One of Helena’s hands moved from her hoodies drawstring and up to her hair, playing with it idly to keep herself centred. “Sorry I…no one’s ever actually…flirted with me before. I um…I don’t really know what to do. Not that I want you to stop! Um I mean…I’m sorry I’m messing this up.” Helena looked back at the floor, quickly becoming accustomed to the spot she’d been burning through it so far. Meanwhile her brain had fallen back on its usual stance. Berating her. Telling her she’s stupid and messing this up. Wondering why anyone would find her attractive. Putting the thoughts in her head that Rozlyn is probably just pranking her or something. Or maybe she’s just been tricked into thinking Helena is cool cause she has nice hair and soon she’ll snap out of it and laugh at her or something.
“Oh! Okay…uh…cool.” One of Helena’s hands moved from her hoodies drawstring and up to her hair, playing with it idly to keep herself centred. “Sorry I…no one’s ever actually…flirted with me before. I um…I don’t really know what to do. Not that I want you to stop! Um I mean…I’m sorry I’m messing this up.” Helena looked back at the floor, quickly becoming accustomed to the spot she’d been burning through it so far. Meanwhile her brain had fallen back on its usual stance. Berating her. Telling her she’s stupid and messing this up. Wondering why anyone would find her attractive. Putting the thoughts in her head that Rozlyn is probably just pranking her or something. Or maybe she’s just been tricked into thinking Helena is cool cause she has nice hair and soon she’ll snap out of it and laugh at her or something.
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.
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lanzandpine
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David would give his limbs to see this bloom in real-time, but idly standing by and staring intently would probably end up landing him a restraining order, so he decided that old philosophers would become his companion for now.
He moved on fairly quickly, a low hum leaving his lips as he found another place where he could sit idly by and flip through page after page of some old written work. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he sat down at a table, the view of the two students at the other side of the room seen quite clearly. But it's quite uncouth to stare, he thought, and opened the book in his hands once more.
Sunlight seeped through the windows, and David was lucky enough to have taken a window seat. The weather invited a languid comfort, the kind of comfort you feel in the arms of a loved one. Loved, right, love; David felt that the words in the book escaped him and poured out of his mind, sifted. A mind resembling a sieve is a mind listless. He gave the two another furtive glance, a short sigh following it. That'd certainly be nice, David thought, to flirt and be flirted with. To be seen, seen as someone who deserves it, seen as more than a shadow. He looked at his hand and rubbed at his calluses, and reveled in the warmth of the sun on his skin. His reading slowed and eventually came to a halt, slowly and gently, akin to a single feather finally landing on the ground. He had to let his mind wander, just a little. David felt a little disappointed at how his reading was going, but even that thought seemed to disappear awfully quickly before the thought of love.
He wondered if love really was that important. Those two would certainly find happiness even if they don't end up together, is that not right? David rested his head on his hand. Love, love, love, the word of the day — love this and that, love yourself and love others... A sigh quickly followed his thought. Really, what was it about this that was different from other worries? Perhaps it is because we share each other in love and share ourselves so closely that it is such a constant drag? To want to see and to be seen, David thought.
"Well, I can't even look at myself properly," David chuckled to himself as he thought that. "Whatever, this is dragging on, this is just a whole bunch of dumb overthinking." The floating, half-dreaming state of letting yourself wander from thought to thought came to a slow close as Wittgenstein dragged him back to the dreary reality. And the reality was that this reading was going nowhere. David sighed, got up from his seat, put the book back on the shelf and began walking around the shelves once more, but not before glancing at the two in the sitting area. He wished them luck in their respective lives — silently, of course, lest they judge him — and wished himself luck in finding a book that he could read.
He moved on fairly quickly, a low hum leaving his lips as he found another place where he could sit idly by and flip through page after page of some old written work. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he sat down at a table, the view of the two students at the other side of the room seen quite clearly. But it's quite uncouth to stare, he thought, and opened the book in his hands once more.
Sunlight seeped through the windows, and David was lucky enough to have taken a window seat. The weather invited a languid comfort, the kind of comfort you feel in the arms of a loved one. Loved, right, love; David felt that the words in the book escaped him and poured out of his mind, sifted. A mind resembling a sieve is a mind listless. He gave the two another furtive glance, a short sigh following it. That'd certainly be nice, David thought, to flirt and be flirted with. To be seen, seen as someone who deserves it, seen as more than a shadow. He looked at his hand and rubbed at his calluses, and reveled in the warmth of the sun on his skin. His reading slowed and eventually came to a halt, slowly and gently, akin to a single feather finally landing on the ground. He had to let his mind wander, just a little. David felt a little disappointed at how his reading was going, but even that thought seemed to disappear awfully quickly before the thought of love.
He wondered if love really was that important. Those two would certainly find happiness even if they don't end up together, is that not right? David rested his head on his hand. Love, love, love, the word of the day — love this and that, love yourself and love others... A sigh quickly followed his thought. Really, what was it about this that was different from other worries? Perhaps it is because we share each other in love and share ourselves so closely that it is such a constant drag? To want to see and to be seen, David thought.
"Well, I can't even look at myself properly," David chuckled to himself as he thought that. "Whatever, this is dragging on, this is just a whole bunch of dumb overthinking." The floating, half-dreaming state of letting yourself wander from thought to thought came to a slow close as Wittgenstein dragged him back to the dreary reality. And the reality was that this reading was going nowhere. David sighed, got up from his seat, put the book back on the shelf and began walking around the shelves once more, but not before glancing at the two in the sitting area. He wished them luck in their respective lives — silently, of course, lest they judge him — and wished himself luck in finding a book that he could read.
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StarletDevil
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Rozlyn shakes her head and rubs her neck, staring towards roughly the same point as Helena. She gets it, she's felt this, she's been through the beating yourself up for fucking it up. Being liked is easy, letting yourself know that you're liked is harder, especially when you're afraid of people or people are afraid of you. So... FEELING liked is what's hard, and sometimes people try so hard to drill that into your head that they run out of things to say, they burn out, and your brain latches onto that and uses it as evidence that you aren't liked, so really when it comes down to it...
"...Whatever your head's saying, it's lying y'know?"
(Lock in Roz, don't fuck this up)
"You're not, messin' anything up. Maybe I'm fucking... delirious from sun-induced headache, but you're fucking... fine-ass company. Looks anyone who wasn't attracted to exclusively Chris Evans' Lucas Lee would find hot, a mouth someone would only shut up with using their own, and fucking... who doesn't love a gay comic store chick?"
She chuckles and scoffs to return to neutral, adjusting her posture and shrugging.
"I got... hang-ups, with meetin' people. So uh.... you just uh, breaking the unspoken law of 'not sitting next to people unless you have to in public places' was good for both of us. I, could really... uh... do you like... have a number?"
She takes out her phone and points to it, being pulled out of her pocket, the phone automatically turns its screen on, blessing Helena's eyes with Rozlyn's phone wallpaper: An artpiece of two tastefully naked undead women covered in blood and roses while making out.
"Oh, yeah. Any coming over for the night is happening at your place by the way."
That was a threat.
"...Whatever your head's saying, it's lying y'know?"
(Lock in Roz, don't fuck this up)
"You're not, messin' anything up. Maybe I'm fucking... delirious from sun-induced headache, but you're fucking... fine-ass company. Looks anyone who wasn't attracted to exclusively Chris Evans' Lucas Lee would find hot, a mouth someone would only shut up with using their own, and fucking... who doesn't love a gay comic store chick?"
She chuckles and scoffs to return to neutral, adjusting her posture and shrugging.
"I got... hang-ups, with meetin' people. So uh.... you just uh, breaking the unspoken law of 'not sitting next to people unless you have to in public places' was good for both of us. I, could really... uh... do you like... have a number?"
She takes out her phone and points to it, being pulled out of her pocket, the phone automatically turns its screen on, blessing Helena's eyes with Rozlyn's phone wallpaper: An artpiece of two tastefully naked undead women covered in blood and roses while making out.
"Oh, yeah. Any coming over for the night is happening at your place by the way."
That was a threat.
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Rootbeerpants
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Outwardly Helena wasn’t changing much. Still the blushing girl with eyes burrowing into the ground to avoid the embarrassment of being looked at. Inside however was a different story. Everything Rozlyn said to her was like another one of those weird happy punches to the stomach. She’s never considered herself…well anything really. Certainly not good company or hot or…well she’s not sure what the third compliment meant but being kissed sounds pretty nice now. Her brain is still trying to worm those bad thoughts back in. Thoughts of how this won’t work out or Rozlyn is way too attractive for her. But for once…she wants to be a little bit brave. Go for what she wants.
So with another steadying breath Helena looks back at Rozlyn, still not quite managing to maintain full eye contact but still trying. When Rozlyn asked for her number another shockwave washed through Helena but she was ready for it this time. Well kinda. Her heart was still threatening to leap out of her chest and run away but Helena still managed to maintain her somewhat successful contact. That’s a win for her. Helenas gaze did also catch on the…rather bold wallpaper. Helena had a picture of Tali from Mass Effect as her phone screen. How on earth did this woman find her so attractive? Still Helena pulled her phone out from her pocket, going to her contacts to find her phone number. Something she should probably remember off the top of her head but in Helena’s defense she’s not the type to give out her number freely. Or well she wasn’t before anyway.
“Here we go. And um…” Helena looked back at Rozlyn over her phone “My dad has a lot of days he can’t come home till pretty late. So…that probably…won’t be a problem.” Helena then looked back down at her phone, reading out the number for Rozlyn while freaking out inwardly still. Helena’s not sure how she got here. The idea of having someone over to her house at all was a foreign concept just a few weeks ago. Now…well things have been changing fast this year. Part of her does wonder why they couldn’t hang out in Rozlyns house but Helena didn’t come this far just to ask questions that could fuck it up. Her mind is already plagued with ways she could be messing this up right now this moment and all she’s doing is reading a phone number.
“…and that’s it. You can text or call whenever really. Oh and…you’re uh…you know…good company too…and hot…” Helena had to bite her tongue from immediately apologising. And suppress about a million different bad thoughts. Flirting is really hard when the person is both incredibly attractive and you hate yourself.
So with another steadying breath Helena looks back at Rozlyn, still not quite managing to maintain full eye contact but still trying. When Rozlyn asked for her number another shockwave washed through Helena but she was ready for it this time. Well kinda. Her heart was still threatening to leap out of her chest and run away but Helena still managed to maintain her somewhat successful contact. That’s a win for her. Helenas gaze did also catch on the…rather bold wallpaper. Helena had a picture of Tali from Mass Effect as her phone screen. How on earth did this woman find her so attractive? Still Helena pulled her phone out from her pocket, going to her contacts to find her phone number. Something she should probably remember off the top of her head but in Helena’s defense she’s not the type to give out her number freely. Or well she wasn’t before anyway.
“Here we go. And um…” Helena looked back at Rozlyn over her phone “My dad has a lot of days he can’t come home till pretty late. So…that probably…won’t be a problem.” Helena then looked back down at her phone, reading out the number for Rozlyn while freaking out inwardly still. Helena’s not sure how she got here. The idea of having someone over to her house at all was a foreign concept just a few weeks ago. Now…well things have been changing fast this year. Part of her does wonder why they couldn’t hang out in Rozlyns house but Helena didn’t come this far just to ask questions that could fuck it up. Her mind is already plagued with ways she could be messing this up right now this moment and all she’s doing is reading a phone number.
“…and that’s it. You can text or call whenever really. Oh and…you’re uh…you know…good company too…and hot…” Helena had to bite her tongue from immediately apologising. And suppress about a million different bad thoughts. Flirting is really hard when the person is both incredibly attractive and you hate yourself.
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.
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StarletDevil
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(Success, nice.)
Rozlyn nods and adds Helena's number to her phone. She laughs lightly at the compliment and nods. She doesn't get compliments often, so it feels nice.
She finishes getting the number added, nicknamed "Carpet Girl" of course.
"Yeah, you too. Alright, might as well uh, test this then."
Rozlyn starts writing up a message. What to say, what to send? A text message is a lot easier to communicate with than face-to-face communication, easier to be open, easier to be bolder.
Go with something normal, just a "Hey"? Go with something weird? Probably not. Keep up appearances to some extent. Shit this is just supposed to be a test message, there doesn't need to be this much thought put into it, she's just awkwardly standing in front of this girl, thinking up what to say to make sure the number was put in right. But it's still... the first message between them, sets the tone, sets the mood.
Fuck it. Keep the energy going.
She nods and types up a message, and it comes through a moment later.
[talk dork to me and there might be tongue]
She nods and puts her phone back into her pocket. Too little? Too much? ...Probably too little to be honest.
"You get that?"
Rozlyn nods and adds Helena's number to her phone. She laughs lightly at the compliment and nods. She doesn't get compliments often, so it feels nice.
She finishes getting the number added, nicknamed "Carpet Girl" of course.
"Yeah, you too. Alright, might as well uh, test this then."
Rozlyn starts writing up a message. What to say, what to send? A text message is a lot easier to communicate with than face-to-face communication, easier to be open, easier to be bolder.
Go with something normal, just a "Hey"? Go with something weird? Probably not. Keep up appearances to some extent. Shit this is just supposed to be a test message, there doesn't need to be this much thought put into it, she's just awkwardly standing in front of this girl, thinking up what to say to make sure the number was put in right. But it's still... the first message between them, sets the tone, sets the mood.
Fuck it. Keep the energy going.
She nods and types up a message, and it comes through a moment later.
[talk dork to me and there might be tongue]
She nods and puts her phone back into her pocket. Too little? Too much? ...Probably too little to be honest.
"You get that?"
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Rootbeerpants
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It’s strange to think Helena came here just to relax and get away from the outside world and now she’s ended up here. Her brain is still struggling to catch up, only pushing through instead of shutting down because of Helena’s sheer dedication to not ruin this. There’s a very real chance she collapses after leaving this library though. Just the simple return of her very bad attempt at flirting was enough to make her body temperature raise far enough to cook food on her skin.
When her phone finally let off a ping Helena nearly dropped her phone, not realising how tense she had been just to receive a message. A test message too. One that probably just says hi and is coming from the person she is literally speaking to right now. God she’s gonna fuck this up eventually she just knows it. Still looking down at her phone Helena reads the…message…
Oh.
Helena looked the message over a few times, just to make sure. It wasn’t hello that’s for certain. Still…Helena does like it. Maybe more than she should let on. Looking desperate is probably a bad idea. So Helena, trying to control her breathing, looked up from her phone at Rozlyn and nodded. “Y-yeah I got it. I…I will k-keep note of that. Thanks.” Thanks? Why did she say that? God her brain is cooked right now. What are you even supposed to do next? None of her thoughts are coming together. It’s all either berating her or thinking things she definitely cannot say or do. But still she felt the need to be at least a little proactive. To say more anyway. Otherwise Rozlyn might just get bored of her or something. If she isn’t already.
“So uh…what do we do now? This is still…very new to me. Sorry.”
When her phone finally let off a ping Helena nearly dropped her phone, not realising how tense she had been just to receive a message. A test message too. One that probably just says hi and is coming from the person she is literally speaking to right now. God she’s gonna fuck this up eventually she just knows it. Still looking down at her phone Helena reads the…message…
Oh.
Helena looked the message over a few times, just to make sure. It wasn’t hello that’s for certain. Still…Helena does like it. Maybe more than she should let on. Looking desperate is probably a bad idea. So Helena, trying to control her breathing, looked up from her phone at Rozlyn and nodded. “Y-yeah I got it. I…I will k-keep note of that. Thanks.” Thanks? Why did she say that? God her brain is cooked right now. What are you even supposed to do next? None of her thoughts are coming together. It’s all either berating her or thinking things she definitely cannot say or do. But still she felt the need to be at least a little proactive. To say more anyway. Otherwise Rozlyn might just get bored of her or something. If she isn’t already.
“So uh…what do we do now? This is still…very new to me. Sorry.”
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.
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lanzandpine
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Perhaps today he wasn’t in the right state of mind. These books were interesting, yet none managed to hook him just right. David knew this feeling well, of being burned out, of being confronted by this mountain, unable to push it anywhere. But to be dismayed now wouldn’t help. He rubbed his neck and sighed as he exited the corridors of bookshelves, ultimately without anything in his hands, and chuckled to himself. He couldn’t let himself keep walking in circles. The library can wait. He should go for a walk, instead.
David took the moment to idly check some messages on his phone and take notes on the unknown authors that he found today. As he put his phone away, he glanced at the two girls, still sitting there. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t listening in — just a little bit, in moderation — to their conversation while he was wandering around the books. He held his grin back. There was much comfort in knowing that at least someone out here was finding something and someone to care about. Perhaps knowing that much is enough, at times.
For a moment, he hoped that he could find something for himself akin to that, but he thought that everything will surely fall into place eventually, by itself. David sighed and resigned. These thoughts can wait; everything can wait. He strolled over to the exit, a small, relaxed spring in his step. David exited the library, but not before looking over at the two girls again. He smiled at the shorter student, and gave her a firm thumbs up, seemingly completely forgetting the fact that she might have sworn at him just several moments ago.
That much was enough. “Be happy, you two,” he thought to himself.
[David Whitehead continued elsewhere, lest he drowned in the gay atmosphere.]
David took the moment to idly check some messages on his phone and take notes on the unknown authors that he found today. As he put his phone away, he glanced at the two girls, still sitting there. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t listening in — just a little bit, in moderation — to their conversation while he was wandering around the books. He held his grin back. There was much comfort in knowing that at least someone out here was finding something and someone to care about. Perhaps knowing that much is enough, at times.
For a moment, he hoped that he could find something for himself akin to that, but he thought that everything will surely fall into place eventually, by itself. David sighed and resigned. These thoughts can wait; everything can wait. He strolled over to the exit, a small, relaxed spring in his step. David exited the library, but not before looking over at the two girls again. He smiled at the shorter student, and gave her a firm thumbs up, seemingly completely forgetting the fact that she might have sworn at him just several moments ago.
That much was enough. “Be happy, you two,” he thought to himself.
[David Whitehead continued elsewhere, lest he drowned in the gay atmosphere.]
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StarletDevil
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Rozlyn's focus slides to the departing boy for a moment, that, fucking smile, it should be nice and heartwarming but it won't go away, christ that's gonna haunt her, guy'd make a great horror actor. There's nothing wrong with it, nothing, literally nothing at all. It just feels weird to see someone so smiley. What's he happy about? Actually he... kinda looks a little melancholy right now? Is he, sad? No just, whatever, why is she focusing on that, the important thing to focus on is the girl in front of her that she's decided to french.
"Well uh... dunno, if you like, wanted to meet up this weekend or something. Could find a good place to eat with a nice bathroom."
She tilts her head a little, holding her knee and tapping her fingers against it. This girl's fun.
"I uh, I'm over in Meadowbrook, if you've ever heard an angry chick slammin' on the drums while you're outside, that was me. If you like, live around there or are in the area, could stop and listen. Maybe talk if you want."
She's never really... invited anybody to come listen. Alyson drops by or sticks around sometimes, sometimes that involves Ebony. Kasta is, sometimes somehow in the garage before she gets home. Those two are really her only like... "friends", and both of them were never like explicitly invited to her private solo basically meditative therapeutic alone time jam sessions, they just kinda became a part of it. Maybe their insertion is why she feels... fine inviting somebody to come by now.
"Or like, we can just y'know... be horny in the backseat. We can even leave the garage door open."
That makes her snicker to herself. Surely that's too much.
"Well uh... dunno, if you like, wanted to meet up this weekend or something. Could find a good place to eat with a nice bathroom."
She tilts her head a little, holding her knee and tapping her fingers against it. This girl's fun.
"I uh, I'm over in Meadowbrook, if you've ever heard an angry chick slammin' on the drums while you're outside, that was me. If you like, live around there or are in the area, could stop and listen. Maybe talk if you want."
She's never really... invited anybody to come listen. Alyson drops by or sticks around sometimes, sometimes that involves Ebony. Kasta is, sometimes somehow in the garage before she gets home. Those two are really her only like... "friends", and both of them were never like explicitly invited to her private solo basically meditative therapeutic alone time jam sessions, they just kinda became a part of it. Maybe their insertion is why she feels... fine inviting somebody to come by now.
"Or like, we can just y'know... be horny in the backseat. We can even leave the garage door open."
That makes her snicker to herself. Surely that's too much.
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Rootbeerpants
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Helena jumped a little when the library door opened and closed. She’d been so caught up in Rozlyn she almost forgot they were in public and that guy was here. They didn’t put him off did they? She’d feel a little bit bad about that. But…would be worth it. Regardless back to Rozlyn. Try and focus damn it.
Going out to eat. That’s a date. Oh boy. Why did that take her by surprise? Surely this the goal of flirting? But then again she was still like forty percent sure she was gonna fumble this somehow. Or Rozlyn was gonna say sike and beat her up. Why has the restaurant gotta have a good bathroom anyway? Guess it would ruin the date a bit if you had to pee somewhere unclean. Boy she’s getting really sweaty now. She can feel her body starting to fall apart. Like Helena’s own biology can’t handle the fact she’s getting a date.
Helena’s eyes light up a little at the mention of Medowbrook though, and her brain screams in thanks for giving her something to latch onto. “Oh! Yeah I live in Medowbrook! I don’t go outside much but I think I’ve heard drums a couple of times. I um…I wouldn’t mind coming over. If you want me to. I bet you…make good music.” Nope she’s lost it. Brains back into a tailspin. Who says stuff like that? Why can’t she be good at this? She’s done this like a million times in games. Helena sighs and looks down at her lap. “Sorry I-“
Before Helena can finish that thought she suddenly registers what Rozlyn just said to her. Horny…in the car. With the garage open. People looking…hands…oh no. Helena’s hands start to shake slightly as a volition mix of panic and…well hormones start to react in her skull. Helena pulls so hard on the strand of her hair she’d been playing with it almost comes out. She opens her mouth to say something and no sound even attempts to come out at first before she manages to squeak something out. “I-I…m-maybe…I-I mean I wouldn’t…maybe without opening the door…but maybe w-we could at least eat or whatever first…please.” Helena’s eyes had firmly turned back to the ground again, though this time she was barely registering it, instead trying to pull herself back together. If shes like this at just the mention of that then what’s she gonna be like if…nope stop thinking about it. It’s just getting worse.
Going out to eat. That’s a date. Oh boy. Why did that take her by surprise? Surely this the goal of flirting? But then again she was still like forty percent sure she was gonna fumble this somehow. Or Rozlyn was gonna say sike and beat her up. Why has the restaurant gotta have a good bathroom anyway? Guess it would ruin the date a bit if you had to pee somewhere unclean. Boy she’s getting really sweaty now. She can feel her body starting to fall apart. Like Helena’s own biology can’t handle the fact she’s getting a date.
Helena’s eyes light up a little at the mention of Medowbrook though, and her brain screams in thanks for giving her something to latch onto. “Oh! Yeah I live in Medowbrook! I don’t go outside much but I think I’ve heard drums a couple of times. I um…I wouldn’t mind coming over. If you want me to. I bet you…make good music.” Nope she’s lost it. Brains back into a tailspin. Who says stuff like that? Why can’t she be good at this? She’s done this like a million times in games. Helena sighs and looks down at her lap. “Sorry I-“
Before Helena can finish that thought she suddenly registers what Rozlyn just said to her. Horny…in the car. With the garage open. People looking…hands…oh no. Helena’s hands start to shake slightly as a volition mix of panic and…well hormones start to react in her skull. Helena pulls so hard on the strand of her hair she’d been playing with it almost comes out. She opens her mouth to say something and no sound even attempts to come out at first before she manages to squeak something out. “I-I…m-maybe…I-I mean I wouldn’t…maybe without opening the door…but maybe w-we could at least eat or whatever first…please.” Helena’s eyes had firmly turned back to the ground again, though this time she was barely registering it, instead trying to pull herself back together. If shes like this at just the mention of that then what’s she gonna be like if…nope stop thinking about it. It’s just getting worse.
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.
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StarletDevil
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(Go for it)
Rozlyn stares at Helena, the nervous girl sits before her, adamant at avoiding her steel cold gaze. She breathes in... and out.
Her hand moves, a swift confidence to it, grabbing Helena's chin with a delicate firmness, not enough to hurt, too much to escape from.
Her body shifts, leaning down to force herself into the frame of Helena's vision. The sun is behind her, darkening her front, the white of her eyes like two pale outlines in a sea of shadow.
It gives her an air of menace, of threat. Her face pulls closer, barely two inches between them.
She holds this position for a moment. Examining, investigating, committing the details of Helena's face to memory it feels like. She hasn't been able to get a very good look at it given how little eye contact they've been making. Good opportunity for her now that she has Helena locked down.
Then blows a small poof of air in Helena's face and snickers, letting go and sitting back.
"Yeah we can eat first, duh. Not in the car though. On the car maybe, I've sat on the roof and eaten a few before. So uh, Sunday or something?"
Rozlyn stares at Helena, the nervous girl sits before her, adamant at avoiding her steel cold gaze. She breathes in... and out.
Her hand moves, a swift confidence to it, grabbing Helena's chin with a delicate firmness, not enough to hurt, too much to escape from.
Her body shifts, leaning down to force herself into the frame of Helena's vision. The sun is behind her, darkening her front, the white of her eyes like two pale outlines in a sea of shadow.
It gives her an air of menace, of threat. Her face pulls closer, barely two inches between them.
She holds this position for a moment. Examining, investigating, committing the details of Helena's face to memory it feels like. She hasn't been able to get a very good look at it given how little eye contact they've been making. Good opportunity for her now that she has Helena locked down.
Then blows a small poof of air in Helena's face and snickers, letting go and sitting back.
"Yeah we can eat first, duh. Not in the car though. On the car maybe, I've sat on the roof and eaten a few before. So uh, Sunday or something?"
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Rootbeerpants
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It’s a very weird sensation to go from looking at the ground and trying to stop yourself from breathing too rapidly to suddenly staring right at a really attractive woman and not being able to breathe. As soon as Helena had her chin grabbed her breath just seemed to go away, only holding enough to try and keep her from passing out right there. Something that may not work anyway. Her skin probably felt really warm. She felt really warm. Helena could feel her heart battering against her ribs. Her brain desperately screamed at her to look away or run away or something. Yet her body was entirely uncooperative. Her legs felt like wet noodles. Her arms felt like heavy lead. The only thing she could do was stare back at Rozlyn with wide eyes.
Is Roslyn gonna attack her? Did she get too annoying? Wow she has pretty eyes. Is she supposed to kiss her? Her body definitely won’t let her do that. The very idea only made her head feel heavier. Would Rozlyn think less of her if she passed out here? Probably. God she’s hot. How is this happening? Why did Helena come to the library anyway? Everything else feels like a weird hazy blur now. How long has it even been? Is Rozlyn gonna do something? Is she-
Helena had her thoughts pulled out from under her as she feels the air being blown onto her face and nearly falls forward out of her chair as she’s let go, only just stopping herself from falling down with her barely returned to function arms. Her breathing turns heavy as her lungs try to catch up on all the oxygen she just missed out on. Helena would turn her gaze back to Rozlyn though, staring at her with eyes that…well didn’t do a great job of hiding the effect that had on her.
“Sunday works. Yeah…I can definitely do that. Very much works.”
Is Roslyn gonna attack her? Did she get too annoying? Wow she has pretty eyes. Is she supposed to kiss her? Her body definitely won’t let her do that. The very idea only made her head feel heavier. Would Rozlyn think less of her if she passed out here? Probably. God she’s hot. How is this happening? Why did Helena come to the library anyway? Everything else feels like a weird hazy blur now. How long has it even been? Is Rozlyn gonna do something? Is she-
Helena had her thoughts pulled out from under her as she feels the air being blown onto her face and nearly falls forward out of her chair as she’s let go, only just stopping herself from falling down with her barely returned to function arms. Her breathing turns heavy as her lungs try to catch up on all the oxygen she just missed out on. Helena would turn her gaze back to Rozlyn though, staring at her with eyes that…well didn’t do a great job of hiding the effect that had on her.
“Sunday works. Yeah…I can definitely do that. Very much works.”
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.
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StarletDevil
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Rozlyn watches Helena's body, the girl's nervous movements, her heavy breaths, shaking eyes, sweaty arms. Each little bit of Helena's anxiousness amuses Rozlyn, it's cute. She has nice eyes. As much as she'd like to stick around and stare into them, it's probably a good idea to get going. Classes and all that. Sucks.
"Well uh, guess I'll be goin' then, if we've got that sorted."
She checks her phone, nodding at the time.
It's awkward to just drop the conversation like this, but, like, what is she supposed to do? Keep going until they're both late? Terrible idea. So just, suck in the bit of disappointment, and be thankful for Sunday.
(God, she's cute, can't really stick around though. This is so fucking annoying, stupid fucking school. What do I leave her with, I gotta say something for a goodbye, yeah?)
Rozlyn stands up and stretches her body out, some of her slight musculature peeking through. She turns to Helena and pokes her in the chest, just below the neck.
"And hey. Remember to breathe. See ya, Carpet Girl."
She pulls her hand back and slides it into her pocket, nodding at Helena and walking off, heading out of the library.
[Rozlyn Dolor continued elsewhere, she's got stuff to think about]
"Well uh, guess I'll be goin' then, if we've got that sorted."
She checks her phone, nodding at the time.
It's awkward to just drop the conversation like this, but, like, what is she supposed to do? Keep going until they're both late? Terrible idea. So just, suck in the bit of disappointment, and be thankful for Sunday.
(God, she's cute, can't really stick around though. This is so fucking annoying, stupid fucking school. What do I leave her with, I gotta say something for a goodbye, yeah?)
Rozlyn stands up and stretches her body out, some of her slight musculature peeking through. She turns to Helena and pokes her in the chest, just below the neck.
"And hey. Remember to breathe. See ya, Carpet Girl."
She pulls her hand back and slides it into her pocket, nodding at Helena and walking off, heading out of the library.
[Rozlyn Dolor continued elsewhere, she's got stuff to think about]
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Rootbeerpants
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Helena doesn’t react for a moment when Rozlyn says she gotta leave, still stuck in her own thoughts before finally shaking herself out of them. Right we’re in school. Somehow she’d kinda forgotten that. How is she supposed to focus on lessons now though? God her head is still spinning. Something very much not helped by Rozlyn stretching. Tearing her eyes away from the sight was near impossible. It wasn’t until Rozlyn physically poked her she was able to regain control of where she looked, which immediately resulted in her looking off to the side in embarrassment.
“Y-yeah I will. Um goodbye! It was…nice meeting you.” Helena sighed and immediately buried her head into her hands as Rozlyn left, letting out a muffled scream while kicking her legs. How she’s going to go back to learning English after this she’s got no clue. Still life goes on. And…she’s got a date. An actual date with a hot woman. Does she need to wear special clothing? Or bring like a gift or something? Maybe she could ask Abby. Would Abby even know? Does Abby go on dates? God she never asked.
With an exasperated sigh Helena stood up on slightly wobbly legs and pulled her hood back over her head, preparing to go back outside while suppressing her panicked thoughts. She has all week to think about them after all. Though despite the panic and anxiety this whole thing caused her…she can’t seem to wipe the smile from her face. Been a long time since that’s happened.
((Helena Colt continues in Would You Hate Me?))
“Y-yeah I will. Um goodbye! It was…nice meeting you.” Helena sighed and immediately buried her head into her hands as Rozlyn left, letting out a muffled scream while kicking her legs. How she’s going to go back to learning English after this she’s got no clue. Still life goes on. And…she’s got a date. An actual date with a hot woman. Does she need to wear special clothing? Or bring like a gift or something? Maybe she could ask Abby. Would Abby even know? Does Abby go on dates? God she never asked.
With an exasperated sigh Helena stood up on slightly wobbly legs and pulled her hood back over her head, preparing to go back outside while suppressing her panicked thoughts. She has all week to think about them after all. Though despite the panic and anxiety this whole thing caused her…she can’t seem to wipe the smile from her face. Been a long time since that’s happened.
((Helena Colt continues in Would You Hate Me?))
No I don’t know what I’m doing either.