“This?” Varisella’s dark eyes flicked from the screen of the laptop, looking at the shot figure “I am writing a story, that was a good guess!” She smiled as she tilted her head slightly.
But as they asked her if she could read it, the succubus froze and the pink of her face started to grow more intense “I uh, well-” slight panic suddenly gripped her as she glanced over her own writing. “I mean, it’s not finished, you know, and it’s-” The colour on her face only grew richer.
Was this one a child, or just short in stature? She couldn’t read this to child, that would not be appropriate… And even if they weren’t, she didn’t want to read this out loud! That was always so embarrassing… Sitting here while they read it would feel almost as awkward.
As the figure edged around the screen she slammed the thing shut, a look of mild panic on her features.
“Maybe when it’s finished! It’s- I don’t like showing my first drafts!” She stood up from the table abruptly and slid the chair back, ready to run away leave.