Like forming a hypothesis? （ she does wonder if that was intentional on his behalf, stumbling into something he knows she's good at as a way for her to regain her footing in the conversation. it's sweet, and tender, and whether or not he'd done it on purpose it's enough that warmth gathers in the pit of her stomach, offset by the burning, icy chill of the mint that she's currently working around with her tongue. ）
Well, I already tried kissing a clone of myself... that didn't work out last time, so we can scratch that one off the list. （ that's said dismissively, completely oblivious to the fact she's telling a teenage boy she tried kissing her own clone. sorry, buddy. ） So, um... hand?
（ but, rather than offer her own she does something just a little bold, reaching out to capture his, lifting it up to her lips. hers are chapped with the blustery weather, a little rougher than any normal girl would find acceptable, but the kiss she presses to the tendons standing out against the back of his hand is chaste and soft regardless.
nope, no luck. she releases him after a moment with an embarrassed little giggle, and rubs at the back of her neck — a gesture stolen from naruto and their long years of familiarity with one another. ）
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Like forming a hypothesis? （ she does wonder if that was intentional on his behalf, stumbling into something he knows she's good at as a way for her to regain her footing in the conversation. it's sweet, and tender, and whether or not he'd done it on purpose it's enough that warmth gathers in the pit of her stomach, offset by the burning, icy chill of the mint that she's currently working around with her tongue. ）
Well, I already tried kissing a clone of myself... that didn't work out last time, so we can scratch that one off the list. （ that's said dismissively, completely oblivious to the fact she's telling a teenage boy she tried kissing her own clone. sorry, buddy. ） So, um... hand?
（ but, rather than offer her own she does something just a little bold, reaching out to capture his, lifting it up to her lips. hers are chapped with the blustery weather, a little rougher than any normal girl would find acceptable, but the kiss she presses to the tendons standing out against the back of his hand is chaste and soft regardless.
nope, no luck. she releases him after a moment with an embarrassed little giggle, and rubs at the back of her neck — a gesture stolen from naruto and their long years of familiarity with one another. ）
Haha... guess not?