“I don’t know,” she answers almost immediately, words out of her mouth like the fire of a shotgun, “I’ve never had friends before… I don’t know what it looks like.” Yelena’s honesty is always blunt and brusque like this, no room to question if she means it in another way because she’s just direct right out of the gate.
She thinks maybe it is a good word, if not the perfect one, for whatever it is she may have with Kate. And Kate doesn’t seem to be against the idea, either, which feels… really good, actually. Or maybe it’s just the vodka making her feel so… is it giddy? She isn’t sure. This night is very strange already.
If she notices the staring, she doesn’t act like it bothers her at all. But the second Kate is settled, she turns on her side, head propped in her hand. “Hiiii,” she greets her again, drawing the word out a bit this time. “It can be a cloud, then.” She’s not the least bit subtle with the sweep of her eyes over her, something very appreciative and just a little hungry settles in her gaze.
“You pick the movie,” she says abruptly, twisting to grab the remote from the bedside table which she hands to her. Yelena really doesn’t care what is on in the background, because she’s far more interested in her present company, but she’s very good at playing roles and this doesn’t even feel like an act.
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Date: 2023-06-07 08:42 am (UTC)She thinks maybe it is a good word, if not the perfect one, for whatever it is she may have with Kate. And Kate doesn’t seem to be against the idea, either, which feels… really good, actually. Or maybe it’s just the vodka making her feel so… is it giddy? She isn’t sure. This night is very strange already.
If she notices the staring, she doesn’t act like it bothers her at all. But the second Kate is settled, she turns on her side, head propped in her hand. “Hiiii,” she greets her again, drawing the word out a bit this time. “It can be a cloud, then.” She’s not the least bit subtle with the sweep of her eyes over her, something very appreciative and just a little hungry settles in her gaze.
“You pick the movie,” she says abruptly, twisting to grab the remote from the bedside table which she hands to her. Yelena really doesn’t care what is on in the background, because she’s far more interested in her present company, but she’s very good at playing roles and this doesn’t even feel like an act.