[ He makes a very unimpressive attempt to pull his hand from her grip. ]

I'm—

[ Gritting her teeth. She doesn't really have a retort. ]

[ Going stiff. Its gaze really nervously flicks to her face briefly—then away, then back, and away again. He cannot for the life of her keep it there. ]

...

[ Hand lifting slightly further as if this is going to help the situation whatsoever. ]

[ Looking away and lifting a hand to slightly cover its face ]

I'm— I'm not.

... N-Nnothijng.

Nothing. I— Nothing.

‍‍‍

I'm not interested.

... I really don't need to be buying very much pizza.

...... I can buy myself pizza.

[ Jumping like someone just shot at her ] Nothankyouaactually.

Sky looks like shit today

FellTenna in a bunny suit, grinning smugly at the viewer with her fangs showing.

According to our mailroom staff, some of our lovely viewers have apparently been absolutely ~ DYING ~ to see me try on one of these suits ...

... Ah, well. Who am I to deny the fans what they want ~ ? Enjoy, everyone ♡

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[ Visibly lightheaded looking like she's about to faint ]

.

[ ... Freezing. Eyes going wide. Like, actually, fully wide. She might've forgotten to keep breathing. ]

... Why? Was there something else you wanted?

... Well. If that's all?

Then we're on the same page.

...

I guess I just don't trust easily.

[ Her own grip isn't particularly strong, but he shakes either way. He's doing its best to meet her gaze(?), though his eyes are like those of a stray cat that hasn't quite decided whether you're totally chill yet. ]

[ Hesitating momentarily, before he reaches out, accepting the offered hand gingerly. ]

... Perhaps we should start over.

[ Well. There goes the attitude ]

...

You'll have to forgive me for being paranoid, then. Surely you understand.

[ There's a hint of the usual Chartreuse bite in her tone now that the height of his fear has passed. ]

... He seems to have a penchant for ruining things.

[ Expression hardening, still looking away. ]

That doesn't come as a surprise.

[ Though he's not shaking and stammering nearly so much, its voice is soft, not quite timid. ]

] TOGORE DREEMURR?

... All I'm sure of is that we have a common enemy.

[ She tenses further at her touch, avoiding her gaze. ]

... Don't patronize me.

[ Said through gritted teeth. It'd probably be saying that whether her concern was genuine or not. ]