It occurred to Rinoa that wriggling a couple of centimeters closer was rather universal. Him not having eyes didn't make that any less effective. She hoped.
"If ... if I'm following you," she said, "then ... no. No, it isn't."
She dared a glance up, although his helmet wouldn't tell her much.
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Date: 2014-03-24 04:02 am (UTC)"If ... if I'm following you," she said, "then ... no. No, it isn't."
She dared a glance up, although his helmet wouldn't tell her much.