[ Lacus is going to take the bed for her own seat, and though she is probably physically incapable of not sitting in a way that could be described as 'dainty' it's still pretty casual for her standards.
Which is why the litany of disclaimers makes her tilt her head. It's sooo tiresome that all the boys seem to be hell-bent on keeping a good face in front of her. ]
We've all been in a lot of high stress situations. It's for the best to not bottle it up, wouldn't you say?
[ The knife thing notwithstanding. That was indeed a low point, but it doesn't count. ]
I hope you aren't already talking yourself out of telling me your gripes - I'm deathly curious about what's got you so bent out of shape, so don't hold out on me now!
[At least this time, it's less about her and more about failing his own self-perception. While walking over here he became a little more self-aware that he's basically pissed off from arguing with a teenager over the internet. Like, an actual teenager, even. Not a Coordinator "totally definitely an adult legally" teen. And there's obviously more to it than that, but considering he's already in kind of a crappy state of mind, he's really hung up on those baseline details.]
Nah, I'm not holding back, I guess I'm just... A little bit embarrassed?
[God, somehow admitting that feels even MORE embarrassing... He just can't win against himself here. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders slump, changing tack, deciding to just dive into it.]
I guess I should update you first: Uh... It happened. For real, this time. [Dearka clears his throat, a little awkwardly.] Yzak and I. I told him how I felt, and he-- Well he ran away at first, actually. But then he came back! And we're still figuring some stuff out, but. Yeah.
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Which is why the litany of disclaimers makes her tilt her head. It's sooo tiresome that all the boys seem to be hell-bent on keeping a good face in front of her. ]
We've all been in a lot of high stress situations. It's for the best to not bottle it up, wouldn't you say?
[ The knife thing notwithstanding. That was indeed a low point, but it doesn't count. ]
I hope you aren't already talking yourself out of telling me your gripes - I'm deathly curious about what's got you so bent out of shape, so don't hold out on me now!
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Nah, I'm not holding back, I guess I'm just... A little bit embarrassed?
[God, somehow admitting that feels even MORE embarrassing... He just can't win against himself here. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders slump, changing tack, deciding to just dive into it.]
I guess I should update you first: Uh... It happened. For real, this time. [Dearka clears his throat, a little awkwardly.] Yzak and I. I told him how I felt, and he-- Well he ran away at first, actually. But then he came back! And we're still figuring some stuff out, but. Yeah.
[Godzilla's a prophet, turns out.]