her mouth parts slightly, and suddenly her usual gut instinct about people is proven correct. no, no, not her, too — the playful catra, the one who makes her smile, and laugh— what in the world could she possibly want from me? “ well, there are a lot of people who are interested in me, ” nikos says sheepishly, though brows lower in newfound defensiveness. her hesitation to get close to people, her fear of people wanting her for the wrong reasons, all of her social anxieties are coming to a head — suddenly she feels a sense of betrayal, though she does her best not to let it show. she grips her weapons loosely in her hands, and they fall to her side now. “ what do you mean by that? ” she questions apprehensively, green eyes locked onto the faunus’s gaze ( and she fears the worst answer ).
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