[ not so weird. sarcasm drips from every syllable of alina's response, honeyed with the sound of her unoffended laugh. it might as well be praise to alina's ears, playfulness aside; any compliment sounds sweet to someone that has so often braced themselves for the sourness of an insult, the bitterness of a taunt.
her hands squeeze yelena's shoulders before slowly sliding away and down to alina's sides, in her reluctance to radiate any clinginess. with a sideways, shifty glance at the mistletoe overheard, she slylys offers, ]
I could burn the decorations? So you won't be trapped with any pushy strangers the next time you're wandering the halls.
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[ not so weird. sarcasm drips from every syllable of alina's response, honeyed with the sound of her unoffended laugh. it might as well be praise to alina's ears, playfulness aside; any compliment sounds sweet to someone that has so often braced themselves for the sourness of an insult, the bitterness of a taunt.
her hands squeeze yelena's shoulders before slowly sliding away and down to alina's sides, in her reluctance to radiate any clinginess. with a sideways, shifty glance at the mistletoe overheard, she slylys offers, ]
I could burn the decorations? So you won't be trapped with any pushy strangers the next time you're wandering the halls.