[She doesn't think to be flustered until he says something, and then it feels like she's swallowed her tongue. What the fuck did she just do? What a fucking freak-ass choice she just made? Good fucking lord. Ryder ducks her head and uses her free hand to nervously comb her bangs while she struggles to keep herself from emitting a stream of muttered curses.
So focused on that and working out her excuse of why she thinks it's neat to spout children's poems out of nowhere, Ryder doesn't keep the next thought from popping out of her dumbass mouth.]
Y-you mean keep it -- up. Bang it o --
[JESUS WHAT IS SHE DOING, this girl's just gonna let out a strangled squeal and bury her face in her hands, too mortified to live.]
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So focused on that and working out her excuse of why she thinks it's neat to spout children's poems out of nowhere, Ryder doesn't keep the next thought from popping out of her dumbass mouth.]
Y-you mean keep it -- up. Bang it o --
[JESUS WHAT IS SHE DOING, this girl's just gonna let out a strangled squeal and bury her face in her hands, too mortified to live.]