While she murmured, I released a breath. So very glad that she pulled herself away. The
noise
was probably just a server dropping a tray. The
door guards
aren’t even moving to go look...
"I’m sorry, but I have a feeling that, while we are speaking the same language, our meanings are not connecting. What is ’full on’?"
"Your total commitment to character setting. Even the eye thing! I mean, I know all werewolves do it when transforming, but the timing and control was absolutely perfect!"
I stared at her
hyperactive whispering
, so very confused... though that sounds like an understatement at this point. I think back to when I told that Paul teenager who I was - and he thought I was an ’actress’
taking on a role
..
> Alright. I can admit that - in a way - my princess identity itself really always was putting on a facade and a role. Even back home. But Vrika, why are these people jumping to this idea? Would it not be much more rational to just think of me as a crazy person?! More like she doesn’t see it as a game at all... which is most concerning. Talking to her any more is draining something in me faster than talking to anyone else at all. Would anyone really go through something so tiresome? I very much might rather starve than risk being placed into a working environment with her... or at least go out into the wilderness on my own. <
She
followed me
only part of the way back through the casino, and I was grateful I wasn’t forced to ask her to ’get lost’. All things considered, she was actually rather kind. Even if she had a completely
different wavelength
of mental operations.
"What is a tsundere, anyway? She was rambling so much that I forgot to ask."