She was silent for a moment; a flaxen eyebrow rising up ever-so-slightly in obvious skepticism.
"Masochist," she commented, repeating what the girl had said to her earlier.
Mindf**k rested her hands on her lap, though she was still nervously picking at the hem of her cocktail dress. The flush on her cheeks had faded out, but her eyebrows still furrowed every once in awhile in what seemed like worry.
"And oh, how you seem like you're enjoying yourself. Though really, I'm honored that out of the entire room full of people who you would willingly choose to ignore, you decided that you could speak with me. Made my day (no sarcasm here, despite what it sounds like)."
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"Masochist," she commented, repeating what the girl had said to her earlier.
Mindf**k rested her hands on her lap, though she was still nervously picking at the hem of her cocktail dress. The flush on her cheeks had faded out, but her eyebrows still furrowed every once in awhile in what seemed like worry.
"And oh, how you seem like you're enjoying yourself. Though really, I'm honored that out of the entire room full of people who you would willingly choose to ignore, you decided that you could speak with me. Made my day (no sarcasm here, despite what it sounds like)."