[Her entire body tenses at that touchy-feeliness, and it's all she can do not to smack his hand away. Excuse you.
She doesn't sit with him though, opting to stand in front of him instead, her arms crossed lightly over her chest as she thinks.]
I certainly can't think of anyone. [Pause.] ...Lord Byron from beyond the grave, maybe? [She smiles, but its short-lived as she shakes her head.] According to the information in the beginning, this is America somewhere in the year 2007, and so far I've seen nothing to convince me that that's a lie. Unfortunately. As insane as that may be, whoever's running this has obviously shown themselves strong enough to force--
[it must've been too long without a romantic moment, because she feels a sudden sharp pain through her head, the headache spiking as suddenly as it is dramatic. She staggers forward with a soft noise of pain, one hand going to her head, the other reaching out to grasp at his shoulder.]
Damn it all. So sorry, do pardon me for the forwardness-- [Hey Masamune just gonna. Sit in your lap here, it's fine. Winnie keeps her head bowed as the lingering pain begins to fade.]
...They take this quite seriously, don't they. How aggravating.
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She doesn't sit with him though, opting to stand in front of him instead, her arms crossed lightly over her chest as she thinks.]
I certainly can't think of anyone. [Pause.] ...Lord Byron from beyond the grave, maybe? [She smiles, but its short-lived as she shakes her head.] According to the information in the beginning, this is America somewhere in the year 2007, and so far I've seen nothing to convince me that that's a lie. Unfortunately. As insane as that may be, whoever's running this has obviously shown themselves strong enough to force--
[it must've been too long without a romantic moment, because she feels a sudden sharp pain through her head, the headache spiking as suddenly as it is dramatic. She staggers forward with a soft noise of pain, one hand going to her head, the other reaching out to grasp at his shoulder.]
Damn it all. So sorry, do pardon me for the forwardness-- [Hey Masamune just gonna. Sit in your lap here, it's fine. Winnie keeps her head bowed as the lingering pain begins to fade.]
...They take this quite seriously, don't they. How aggravating.