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she's not gotten very good at this personal space thing, just yet. the pad of her finger presses down, nodding her head. ⠀⠀are you not talented in sleeping?
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distaste, frowning, her hand raising to attempt and explain herself, only to get annoyed mid—thought. she shakes her head, instead, bridging the gap between them as it pushes forehead to his, antenna flickering over his skin, searching.
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{ his brows are furrowed and he looks at her with curiosity written all over his face }
i’m still a little lost, ino..
{ he gives her an apologetic look }
i’ll do my best to understand if you explain though
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ino holds out a hair—scrunchie, one with a small, plastic heart attached to it. it doesn't like it, but maybe she would. invading personal space, the alien loops it over her wrist, smiling back at her as if she's attempting to mirror pleasantries. ⠀⠀ for you.
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her fingers wrap around the pendant, outlining along ridges, pleased expression cast along her visage. it's not like she's taking it from the nice person in front of her, right? ino pauses, tucking away her new trinket, only to rummage through her pockets.
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subtle graze of sharp claws trigger slow blink﹔ mirrored、awkward grin as blank eyes study body language ﹠ expression.intuition tells her far too late the pendant doesn’t exactly belong to it.oops.
ah——glad i could get it back to you.
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she glances back at her .. victim, eyes blinking one at a time as she provides a look of amusement, appeased at her own artwork. ino stays mum when it comes to her design, offering a response. ⠀⠀don't know. i've been watching you for at least three hours. ⠀⠀* 👁️
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eventually nictitating himself awake, soft tips of digits massaging over heavy—lidded eyes. blissfully unaware of wrongdoings, gazing at counterpart in state of haze. “...how long was i asleep for?”