[ When he switches to video, she follows suit. There's puffiness around her eyes and even in the shadows of one of the steepled buildings in Willful Machine, there's a recognizable wet gleam in them. She flushes a soft, cool shade of pink, embarrassed over being made so raw by their conversation and her own rushing thoughts. ]
I, uh... Thank you. [ Her tongue gets tied and she sucks in a breath, looking down at the cobblestone beneath her feet as her lips curl upward in the hint of an emotional smile. ] I'm not all that great with things like this. [ She laughs but it's awkward and breathy and shy for a girl who is bold more often than not. ] But that, uh... it means a lot to hear.
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I, uh... Thank you. [ Her tongue gets tied and she sucks in a breath, looking down at the cobblestone beneath her feet as her lips curl upward in the hint of an emotional smile. ] I'm not all that great with things like this. [ She laughs but it's awkward and breathy and shy for a girl who is bold more often than not. ] But that, uh... it means a lot to hear.