Aella tilted her head, her gaze fluttering over Hana's face, even though she was uncomfortably close. She could bear to retain eye contact for more then a few seconds, but everytime she did, she saw the light reflecting off of Hana's dark eyes, lighting them. Until Hana screwed up the moment.Hana examined Aella’s face, eyeing the scar and then her features, recognizing how soft they were. She even let out a giggle at her pointy ears. “How cute.” The sober Hana would have never ever dreamed of being so daring in someone’s personal space. She let out a sudden gasp at the girls words, utter shock appearing on her face. “You d-don’t?” Her almond shaped eyes were wide, tears nearly forming again at the revelation. Without hesitation, she set her empty glass down and wrapped her arms around the girl, “I’ll be your mom!”
She wasn't sure if there was a right or wrong way to react to being hugged, caged against the bar, the drunken girls weight crushing her considerably frailer body. There was no doubt that Hana was trying to be nice, but she hated it. She hated the weight pressing her back painfully into the counter, the arms tightened around her, and simply the fact that someone she barely knew was touching her— hugging her.
She let go of the counter, surging up and shoving Hana as hard as she could, breathing heavily as flames burst into life in the palm of her hand.