[ The time it takes for Claude to answer her question seems to stretch and for some odd reason she braces herself. It's a strange reaction to have considering there's no way that this could be the word that starts with a "d" and ends with an "e". At least not a purposeful one.
Claude had said plainly himself that he didn't have feelings for her like that anymore. Dates were for people who shared mutual feelings for each other or were trying to figure out if they had feelings for and the feelings in question were one sided but soon to be (hopefully, maybe, Goddess willing), gone. She shouldn’t be bracing for anything - not hope, not disappointment. The only emotion that should be there are nerves because she didn't know what he was going to say.
That’s why the only reasonable response to his baffling response and short stretch of silence is laughter of the nervous kind. ...Which is followed by some very embarrassing stuttering that if she were teased about she would be nothing short of livid. ]
What do you mean you would call it a date? You don't - we aren't - I -
[ She cuts herself short. A part of her is tempted to laugh more, say that he had her going there for a second because there's no way he would seriously take her on a date. Except there's no punchline, no follow-up crinkle of his eyes as he struggles to hold back a laugh. There's nothing but green eyes piercing her in the same way he fires his arrows and making her all too aware of the heat rising to her cheeks. ]
I don't understand. You've never taken me on a date. Why would you start now?
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Claude had said plainly himself that he didn't have feelings for her like that anymore. Dates were for people who shared mutual feelings for each other or were trying to figure out if they had feelings for and the feelings in question were one sided but soon to be (hopefully, maybe, Goddess willing), gone. She shouldn’t be bracing for anything - not hope, not disappointment. The only emotion that should be there are nerves because she didn't know what he was going to say.
That’s why the only reasonable response to his baffling response and short stretch of silence is laughter of the nervous kind. ...Which is followed by some very embarrassing stuttering that if she were teased about she would be nothing short of livid. ]
What do you mean you would call it a date? You don't - we aren't - I -
[ She cuts herself short. A part of her is tempted to laugh more, say that he had her going there for a second because there's no way he would seriously take her on a date. Except there's no punchline, no follow-up crinkle of his eyes as he struggles to hold back a laugh. There's nothing but green eyes piercing her in the same way he fires his arrows and making her all too aware of the heat rising to her cheeks. ]
I don't understand. You've never taken me on a date. Why would you start now?