The unexpected confession causes Lyra to pause in her spinning, eyes wide as she practically wheels herself back around to face Medusa, finger probing and nitpicking the skin of her bottom lip, as though incredibly conflicted about the next few words that she was thinking of saying next.
“I like you too–but not in that way.” The younger mumbled emphatically. “I mean, you’re pretty and all, and you have nice eyes and a great, great smile–but..but aren’t you dating someone?” Confusion fluttered across Lyra’s face, her features a mask of clueless innocence as her finger darted to scratch behind her ear. “And besides, I think I still like boys better than girls when it comes to romantic shit.” The younger hitwoman squatted on her seat precariously, toes curling, eyes flickering rather disinterestedly. “I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings though–” A faint tinge of concern bleed through her voice, as though she was truly worried about the present situation they’d found themselves in.
Unless Lyra had–as always, read the meaning of the situation wrong of course, which in all honesty, she had most likely did, though embarrassment was not something that came easily to her due to her rather clueless nature of everything else in the world. It came with being a blank sheet of paper and amnesia, she supposed.
lyra had made her laugh after a shitty day, and for that she got a compliment. truly, if medusa had been drinking anything, she would’ve spat it out because lyra said something so out of left field that it was hilarious. but instead she settles in her seat and plays with the corner of the folder that should contain her next assignment. she doesn’t bother to read it yet.
the girl’s reaction is funny, too, so she clarifies quickly – “oh, no – no, not like that, babe. i mean you’re hilarious. delightful, even – and no, i’m not dating anybody.” it’s that last part that bothers her. who had she been seen with recently to make anyone think that? it certainly isn’t qian or any one of her usual haunts. she makes a mental note of it later, see who’s been spying around her life aside from her ex, and opts to be comfortable, even for a little while, in this setting. “you can’t hurt my feelings, darling. i am interested, however, in hearing how you did in your last assignment. did you do well? how was it?”