makoto Ⳡ⎠      IF MAKO WAS bad at performing ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝
ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝
human behaviors, then he was even worse at đťđŽđŞđđ˛đˇđ° them. he was good at the Ęá´ęąÉŞá´ things: happy, sad, angry, scared. those were always easy to understand. but now, as she was warming up to him, he could no longer read ę°á´á´Ę in her. which is good;; heâs still not sure if she was lying about that gun or not, but he would much rather not find out. not for fear of death or harm, but because he just didnât want to have that conversation. he didnât want to have to deal with the . not tonight. not this á´Ąá´á´á´, if he could help it.
but that still didnât answer the question of just w h a t she was feeling now. their eyes were [ LOCKED ] && mako didnât mind that. heâs hoping that it would make her easier to read;; except it doesnât. because sheâs HIDING something, fidgeting just the ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝
ď˝ď˝ && mako wonders why. is she still afraid? he supposes thatâs a fair thing to feel in this very moment. she was still very much with a stranger in the dark && she had just asked him to walk her home. she seems comfortable, but this could go sideways at any moment.
what does catch his attention though is the way she clears her throat when he looks at her again. he gives her a once over, but unlike her more đźđžđťđťđŽđšđ˝đ˛đ˝đ˛đ¸đžđź one, his is clearly very á´á´á´Ęá´á´
ÉŞá´á´Ę, like he was diagnosing her for something. however, his search turns up nothing except a rather odd little human && a quizzical look aside, he decides not to address it. even when she starts to get nosy. humans were apt to get a little when their adrenaline was running high, && he could almost hear her heart from the other side of the car.
â itâs because itâs quiet, â he agrees, still watching her INTENSELY. but the moment passes && he walks back around the car to join her. as she walks off, he pauses, watching her a moment before following her, always just a couple feet behind.   [ đ˛ ]
Just as Ella thought she could relax and that her heart rate could return to normal there he was LOOKING at her again. Oh, Jesus. She wracks her brain trying to decipher the way he looks at her. Was it confusion? Possibly. Her willingness to talk to him, a stranger, might have caused him to keep his distance. She was small and tiny and despite the threat of a gun, he couldnât possibly be scared of her. Or maybe it was disgust. Maybe heâd picked up on the not so subtle way her eyes scanned his being. It was possible, far more than possible, that sheâd made him uncomfortable. And that thought caused her bottom lip to find solace between her teeth.Â
The brunette couldnât deny that she liked the INTENSITY in his eyes. Not that it mattered. This wasnât the time to be focused on how cute he was. She still had to make it home and that should have been one of her priorities instead of her ever-growing curiosity or was it fascination, with the male.
Nodding, she wets her lips, pursing them afterward. His reason made complete sense and regardless of her need to ask more questions, she doesnât. It was clear he wasnât much of a talker and she had to respect that. And annoying him wasnât on her list of things to do. There was still a chance her night could emulate an episode of Law and Order: SVU. âWhy do you keep looking at me like that?â The question leaves her before she the chance to figure out a more elegant way of posing her question. âNot that I donât like it!â She continues, her face growing red as her own words replay in her mind. âI mean!â Eyes wide, a nervous smile on her lips, âI just mean, you have nice eyes.â Yeah, that sounded plausible, right?
 She hadnât made it ten feet when she has the idea that he may not actually want to walk with her. His need to walk behind her doesnât help her shake the feeling. Pausing, she turns to face him, âYou know, I do believe I asked you to walk WITH me not behind me. Kinda makes it look like youâre actually stalking me.â She nods her head to the spot next to her, hoping heâd take the hint and join her. âUnless you have something else to do. Or, you know, you just donât want to..â Her voice trails off as she fidgets with the cord of her headphones.Â
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