#confundida.

[lorak0312-blog]

Confusión

Es raro o creo yo que es así como lo siento, no creí llegar a tener tanta interacción con el y me agrada, aunque no creo que este bien, no puedo mentirme, ni puedo seguir ocultándolo, me agrada todo esto que pasa, que me hable, que me haga sentir especial, que me haga sonreír a la distancia, hace mucho no sentía eso y creo que esta mal.

[condesprecioparati]

Necesito un consejo sobre el amor 😞

[cyberseis]

xerenitv

Of course the goddess noticed how long the artificial being was pondering on a mere joking question, making her head tilt and the smile on her lips turning into a grin, curious and subtle. “Do you know what that means though?” It was only a question to tease, especially since the goddess burst into a fit of bright laughter for a short moment before it faded away and a nearly nostalgic expression washed over her flawless features. “Who knows. I don’t see any reason too, never really did it before. Not the human way.” As she hadn’t wanted to suddenly fall into thought, the elder made sure to return to her confident posture while she let her tongue click against the roof of her mouth. “Guess you don’t either. Ever even kissed before, Fawn?”

Cybersix couldn’t say she was all too surprised by the other woman’s laughter anymore. She made a habit of abruptly breaking out into the sound when she least expected it. Perhaps she merely understood little of the concept of laughter, though she’d studied up on the reaction when she was still young and burgeoning on studious. Experience shaped her thoughts differently, exposing her to the complexities her books had failed to teach. At Atsuko’s question though, the cyborg felt an onslaught of haphazard nostalgia wind up her spine. She remembered immature kisses set upon her mouth, bundled up as Adrian and confronted by the reality cooties didn’t quite exist. Those juvenile memories didn’t count to her, she’d stood stalk still, quick to ignore the gesture and return to Adrian’s studies. Years later, neither bound as Adrian nor shed out of the civilian disguise as she was now, had she ever experienced such a thing. For a moment she wondered if she should be embarrassed or a display a sheepishness she’d seen on tv. “No. It’s necessary such curiousities be squashed.” Words awkwardly firm, she barely blinked before adding on. “It involves far too much tongue, if I’m to believe the television.”