[ Nebula bristles like a cat startled to annoyance. I accept, the other says and she rolls her eyes - hard, abject annoyance (disinterest). She knows exactly what the other means and that's precisely was she drops hands from what she's doing and folds them against her chest. The positioning a tight, closed off one as she leans against the wall she'd been working on and looking at anywhere but Himeka. ]
[ Objectively, Himeka's achieved the maximum tsundere response of: yeah, I know you do. And because of that, she says nothing at all. ]
[ The fact she's already not looking at her is helpful as she speaks further - tries to distance herself from the other. Or, perhaps it's as much distancing as it is not believing anyone outside of the guardians (or the avengers) would want anything to do with her. But then... ]
[ There's that fragile softness in Nebula. In the one that had been broken so many times and had to be reinforced by anger-filled steel. The side that still wants family and freedom and - The side that still speaks with her own sense of honesty even if it's warped behind protective walls. There are two people in this world who seem to wiggle their way in, who that part of her desperately wants to believe in their earnesty. ]
[ She hates that she wants to let them - no matter their history. That it somehow overwrites the statement she wants to give, If you knew what I've done you wouldn't want to be. But Himeka only knows this Nebula and this Nebula - this one tries her damnedest not to be the things she once was. ]
[ Still. She doesn't deserve friendship. ]
[ Her expression shifts from that steely annoyance and her posture loosens. Perhaps "loosens," too is wrong - she keeps the same stance, but the hand that grasps desperately at an elbow in some semblance of control trembles slightly. The organic one, not the metal, so she doesn't feel it against the metal arm. She's quiet - for too long to be reasonable - stewing. ]
Shouldn't you ask someone to be your friend first?
[ The question isn't mocking, rueful perhaps - like some part of her thinks Himeka will regret it one day. She still hasn't looked at her, because it's the next words that's a little more tricky. A lot more tricky. That earn another brief pause and her gaze downward. ]
We're friends.
[ There's something in the way she says it - It's not her dry usual manner of speaking. Lacks the slightly robotic tinge she still often speaks in, but it's thick and heavy. Appreciation. Consideration. She appreciates it more than she can verbalize. She sighs.]
sorry that this response is just five years of nebula's mental process
[ Objectively, Himeka's achieved the maximum tsundere response of: yeah, I know you do. And because of that, she says nothing at all. ]
[ The fact she's already not looking at her is helpful as she speaks further - tries to distance herself from the other. Or, perhaps it's as much distancing as it is not believing anyone outside of the guardians (or the avengers) would want anything to do with her. But then... ]
[ There's that fragile softness in Nebula. In the one that had been broken so many times and had to be reinforced by anger-filled steel. The side that still wants family and freedom and - The side that still speaks with her own sense of honesty even if it's warped behind protective walls. There are two people in this world who seem to wiggle their way in, who that part of her desperately wants to believe in their earnesty. ]
[ She hates that she wants to let them - no matter their history. That it somehow overwrites the statement she wants to give, If you knew what I've done you wouldn't want to be. But Himeka only knows this Nebula and this Nebula - this one tries her damnedest not to be the things she once was. ]
[ Still. She doesn't deserve friendship. ]
[ Her expression shifts from that steely annoyance and her posture loosens. Perhaps "loosens," too is wrong - she keeps the same stance, but the hand that grasps desperately at an elbow in some semblance of control trembles slightly. The organic one, not the metal, so she doesn't feel it against the metal arm. She's quiet - for too long to be reasonable - stewing. ]
Shouldn't you ask someone to be your friend first?
[ The question isn't mocking, rueful perhaps - like some part of her thinks Himeka will regret it one day. She still hasn't looked at her, because it's the next words that's a little more tricky. A lot more tricky. That earn another brief pause and her gaze downward. ]
We're friends.
[ There's something in the way she says it - It's not her dry usual manner of speaking. Lacks the slightly robotic tinge she still often speaks in, but it's thick and heavy. Appreciation. Consideration. She appreciates it more than she can verbalize. She sighs.]
It's enough.
[ What the hell is she getting herself into? ]