Tinkerbell, do you tend to be nosy when it come to big secrets? Especially if those big secrets are connected to your friends?
“ well i wouldn’t call it NOSY , exactly . “ explanation spills forth from her lips , bubbling over and falling out without RESTRICTION as she attempts to explain herself . “ i mean , i’m CURIOUS , but that’s only because i care about them ! “ hands a flutter in an attempt to excuse her words and actions with more BABBLING . “ if they really didn’t want me to know , then of course i’d back off , but why would they ? “
"So, I've heard you finally put on some pants, hm? Well, they won't be on for long--you don't need pants when you're married to me."
She was indeed wearing pants, her arms crossed in that sassy manner she could possess. The shirt she wore was really long on her, almost as if it was a half dress itself, yet it was adorned by a mixture of belts to keep it down and it was low cut in the front. Her ears swiveled in his direction and she turned as he spoke. Yes! She found pants and she was so excited to be out of a dress and the way she perked up and how her fists balled in some hidden excitement to be able to run and jump without having to worry was adorable on her.
Yet, what followed caused her to squeak audibly, her hands splaying as she reached up on her tippy toes covering his mouth with both her hands. Her face was so red and she looked away, as if she tried to stop him from saying it or thinking it. She was so flustered and she pulled her hands away, as if she may have done something wrong, but tried to make him shush none the less. “E-Emmy! I..I..w-what?!” She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, and her lips trembled as she put her hands back over his mouth. She looked around as her ears flattened to her head. “W-What if someone hears you!~” She yelled in a whisper, quietly dying inside.
She was so naive and innocent and it was a wonder the girl even survived in the currently known world. She knew nothing of the races in detail and knew nothing of their customs and traditions. It was like she was kept in a box all eighteen years of her life. She was smart enough to know what he was alluding to and she just kicked him in the side of the foot, giving him a glare that was even remotely intimidating. “D-Don’t talk l-like that in public! M-My moments in pants are s-short lived anyways! I always get s-stuck in a dress!….” She seemed to stumble over her words and try to deviate the comment to something it wasn’t intended to mean. “Y-Yeah…we’re married now! B-But…p-please don’t s-say those things in p-public..” She shied away, removing her hands only to busy them on the many belts that adorned her waist, halfway turning away from him.
