beneath the changing face, porcelain skin flushes a bright, beetroot red. mian gulps, the affection only increasing her shyness.
“ i —— i don’t think i would be able to focus with you in the crowd, sylvie … ”
`` I can't believe you never invited me to one of your shows! I would looooove to see you dance!! ``
A gentle lean, kissing her cheek —— even if mask obstructed.
the spin, a bit clunky at first, falls into a graceful rhythm and slowly ends and it leaves mian holding onto sylvie * peacefully.
“ well, you know … performing … ” gaze juts to the right, shyly.