[Time seems to stop, and not in the good way. His hand is still hovering in the air, his face drained of any color.
He...must have heard her wrong. No one had said anything about shared memories until now. If they had, he wouldn't have done it. Miraculously, his feet seem to listen to him, and he takes a few steps back, not even noting how cold the water's starting to feel.]
Don't say things like that. It's not funny! Not funny at all!
[Words what are you. He's unable to truly articulate just how mortifying this is, and seems to curl up into himself as much as one can while still standing. He spreads his arms out emphatically, trying to look confident.]
It was just one time! I didn't like them--I was just a stupid middle-schooler, I got bored with them! [His words die into a whimper, and he's unable to show his face, which is again a bright rose red.]
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He...must have heard her wrong. No one had said anything about shared memories until now. If they had, he wouldn't have done it. Miraculously, his feet seem to listen to him, and he takes a few steps back, not even noting how cold the water's starting to feel.]
Don't say things like that. It's not funny! Not funny at all!
[Words what are you. He's unable to truly articulate just how mortifying this is, and seems to curl up into himself as much as one can while still standing. He spreads his arms out emphatically, trying to look confident.]
It was just one time! I didn't like them--I was just a stupid middle-schooler, I got bored with them! [His words die into a whimper, and he's unable to show his face, which is again a bright rose red.]