[She turns back to face him at those words - using their phrases like that. It's exactly how she'd imagined them being used, just not back to back like that. It's suddenly hard to look him in the eyes. She focuses on his feet, but even that has a similar effect when she remembers their first embarrassed fumble of the evening with their positions reversed. She absently pushes some stray hairs behind her ear, knowing full well that with hair as short as hers, it won't last long.
She's just... really glad he took it the way she meant it. That to her, this was a significant part of friendship, recognizing each of your #1 activities might not be exactly the same... and doing them anyway. Because you care. She's once again left without proper words to respond with and her heart skips a beat at that realization. Speechless twice in one hour. That does make it a pretty memorable situation for her too.]
... I think I feel the same way.
[She smiles as she says it, because it's not a lie, but the words... they have such a truthful superficial meaning, but underneath of that is a happiness that's going to stick with her, she can tell. She tries to just slowly nod as if to reinforce what she just said and then manages to tear her eyes away, back down to the nail paint.
By the time she's got one hand back under one of his feet, he's curling them a little and the blush won't go away. She just tries to work through it, trying to be as careful as she can and yet ending up with messy lines anyway. She's just so... anxious, she thinks that's the feeling. Her one hand is shaking a little.]
Sorry, I'll try to clean... that up...
[And she visually hunts for the plastic or wooden tools that have a wedge shape at the end of a chopstick like shape she saw some of the other girls with.]
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She's just... really glad he took it the way she meant it. That to her, this was a significant part of friendship, recognizing each of your #1 activities might not be exactly the same... and doing them anyway. Because you care. She's once again left without proper words to respond with and her heart skips a beat at that realization. Speechless twice in one hour. That does make it a pretty memorable situation for her too.]
... I think I feel the same way.
[She smiles as she says it, because it's not a lie, but the words... they have such a truthful superficial meaning, but underneath of that is a happiness that's going to stick with her, she can tell. She tries to just slowly nod as if to reinforce what she just said and then manages to tear her eyes away, back down to the nail paint.
By the time she's got one hand back under one of his feet, he's curling them a little and the blush won't go away. She just tries to work through it, trying to be as careful as she can and yet ending up with messy lines anyway. She's just so... anxious, she thinks that's the feeling. Her one hand is shaking a little.]
Sorry, I'll try to clean... that up...
[And she visually hunts for the plastic or wooden tools that have a wedge shape at the end of a chopstick like shape she saw some of the other girls with.]