[even in absurd situations, it seems that Cecelia's greater weakness is sincere compliments said without an ounce of cynicism. she goes red to the tips of her ears and has to look askance, eyes big and posture rigid.
one of those red-tipped ears twitches in the agony of the pause, prompting her to glimpse him sidelong.]
Y-ye, yes. If...you're able. [that was already too much!!! she has to do better than him first of all, but second of all, she has to survive this.]
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one of those red-tipped ears twitches in the agony of the pause, prompting her to glimpse him sidelong.]
Y-ye, yes. If...you're able. [that was already too much!!! she has to do better than him first of all, but second of all, she has to survive this.]