«We Could Be Legends»

"That word again." Bleddyn's hands ran furiously along her side, trying to distract her nerves from the persistent prickling sensation. "Pretty. I'm not pretty, Dogsheep."
Tugging herself from the pizza-induced haze, she focused in on him a bit more.
He didn't look the least belligerent; in fact, he had a whole posture of uncomfortable meekness about him.
Her eyes narrowed warily- they hadn't parted in the most agreeable way, so this compliant cordiality was suspicious.
Perhaps he wants irk me enough so I instigate something that he thinks he'll win.
Fat chance. I'm onto you; sure, we'll have our fight, but not until I get my pizza and the tables are level.

"Remember, I don't do apologies. And, yeah, sure, right now we're cool."
Wolfram shrugged, his gaze drifting to the ground instead of her."Don't say that Dyn, I think you're pretty."He mumbled under his breath."Oh, yeah, no apologies. Sorry." He took a awkward step away from her."Um, there is pizza downstairs if you're hungry."
Try not to make this more awkward for yourself then it already is dude. No compliments, no apologies, nada. Why are you even being nice to her?! She left you. He huffed softly at his brains consistent nagging to not be civil to Bleddyn, and quickly moved out of her way, allowing her to go down the stairs first, his eyes fixed on the floor.
 
Wolfram shrugged, his gaze drifting to the ground instead of her."Don't say that Dyn, I think you're pretty."He mumbled under his breath."Oh, yeah, no apologies. Sorry." He took a awkward step away from her."Um, there is pizza downstairs if you're hungry."
Try not to make this more awkward for yourself then it already is dude. No compliments, no apologies, nada. Why are you even being nice to her?! She left you. He huffed softly at his brains consistent nagging to not be civil to Bleddyn, and quickly moved out of her way, allowing her to go down the stairs first, his eyes fixed on the floor.
(Dogsheep sounds shy.)
 

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