[Wouldn't it be nice if either one of them could think before they opened their mouths? Or, well... In Ryder's case at least, she thinks an awful lot, just not about what would benefit her to think on. Like, right now she's focusing a lot on "left foot, right foot, feet feet feet" to make sure she doesn't wobble -- which is definitely a worthy cause! -- but her brain lags behind on the conversation they should probably be having. "How many, many feet you meet"... Wait, hm?
Ryder looks over through the curtain of her bangs, chewing on her lip a moment before mumbling. Ahh, how does she ask... Is it normal to ask? To want to know more about that? Is he allowed to talk about that kind of thing? Damn, she can't even figure out how to ask that. Uhhh. Fuck.]
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Ryder looks over through the curtain of her bangs, chewing on her lip a moment before mumbling. Ahh, how does she ask... Is it normal to ask? To want to know more about that? Is he allowed to talk about that kind of thing? Damn, she can't even figure out how to ask that. Uhhh. Fuck.]
Do -- s'fun? Um... Normally.