[yummyluc]

Originally Posted by woly

it wasn't that chi didnt look good all the time, because she did. but seeing her in more casual wear undoubtedly made her heart flutter a bit more. maybe it was because it was her preference,maybe not, she didnt know. but as soon as her blue eyes caught sight of her she knew she couldn't keep the small smile from forming on her face.
¨lead the way, madam.¨ she replied, tipping her head towards the front door.

she couldnt remember the last time she had genuinely hung out with someone.she wasnt a hermit,no, she was jst a workaholic. and because of that, she didnt get much time to socialize. and when she did, she often spent those few spare moments alone perched on the hill, free instead of being in a too empty apartment by herself and her cat. casper had asked countless times if they could hang out, and carmen would decline him at times because of work, yet at the very mention that she needed a break, chis words, she decided to take a week off? it was very stranger how easy and convincing it was in her head.
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luna avoided her gaze for a moment, no matter how inviting it seemed. she felt sick,not physically. guilt is what it was, the only way it could be described. she felt guilty, and it only hit so hard because she didnt feel this often. she didnt like it when she messed things up for mie. but the undying headache and nausea she was feeling didnt really help with the situation either. she leaned into the touch, smaller hand being placed over mies larger one, curling her fingers around her for an attempt to comfort herself. she looked at her finally,¨alright,¨ she didnt sound convinced one bit,but she would try to believe her. eventually.¨you're not mad at me,are you?¨ with the way things were before she had left the bar, she faintly remember mies mothering scolding, which was to be expected of course. but there was no feeling worse then upsetting her in anyway. it was easy for her to be a hardass and not give a crap about anything; yet she crumbled so easily when it came to the russian.

Chi nodded, turning on her heel and heading towards her door, opening it and letting CJ through first before closing it behind them. Almost without a second of hesitation, Chi grabbed her hand and walked with her towards the elevator, hardly able to put one foot in front of the other without question marks seeping into her head. Once inside, she hit the floor for the lobby, unsure if she should let got of Carmen's hand or not. Of course, the week before they'd held hands on their walk back from the pretty meadow Carmen had shown Chichima, so what harm would it be to do it again?

Still, only now was Chi starting to overthink, her brain suddenly everywhere at once. She was necessarily the panicking type, but when overwhelmed it tended to happen. She couldn't think straight and nothing was really clear, her body didn't seem to listen to her and she was a mess. She hadn't felt like this in a while. Something about it was sort of a... good panic? Something to get her blood pumping. Then, of course, the first thing that comes to mind is it's bad. However, she did try to calm her thoughts down. It was just a girl, a common girl, girls are everywhere. A friend. Your friend. Why does she give you butterflies when you hold hands though? Why do her messages get you giddy and excited?

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A sympathetic smile crossed her lips and she pressed a kiss to Luna's forehead, cupping her face with both of her hands now, "Of course not, Luna. I could never be mad at you," She assured her, pushing some clumps of hair behind her ear and letting a small, light-hearted laugh flutter from her chest as the butterflies did. Even Miesha had to admit to herself, Luna was pretty in this sort of light. Well, any sort of light, really, but rarely did Miesha ever get the chance to sit down and admire her without seeming weird about it. She liked the moments like this, where they were sitting down and having a pause, even if it may seem bad at first.

"Ty moy drug, ya nikogda ne smogu tebya nenavidet," She mumbled aloud, not exactly meaning to. The words to her were familiar and should have been to Luna. They'd met in grade school and Luna had accidentally ruined Miesha's science project. Over and over she'd apologised, obviously afraid Miesha would be mad at her because of it. Instead of lashing out like anyone else would have, Mie smiled and put a hand on Luna's shoulder and spoke the same words, having not been exactly fluent in English at the time still. She could speak it perfectly now, but for some reason, it only felt right to say those words in Russian. It felt like it meant something more that way.