❛❛ i like you for some reason. ❜❜
“Do I....know you?” Confessions are terrifying things, Lyra eventually decides. Horrible, Terrifying things. She’s had people confess to her twice in a row! She all but spins in her chair, trying to wrap her head around the fact that someone liked her.
“.....Why?” She asked , eyes flickering interestedly. “Why do you like me I mean? I’m just...me.” The too long sleeves of her cardigan flops as she flaps her hands, sniffing slightly and trying to make sense of the other’s words.
“I’m not that awesome either so, you’d have to be quite dumb to like me.” There was no trace of offense or malice in her voice-- just plain, pure honesty and curiousity. Lyra was strange like that, people would normally find. “I’m strange, stupid, and have a large blank space of memory in my mind. So what’s so unbelievably attractive about me?”