( she expects... something. their bickering to continue. Sakyo to have some snarky response about her. the usual.
seeing him fall silent, staring at her in a way that has Izumi shifting in her seat, under the microscope of his gaze, is not on that list.
she thinks maybe I should give him a moment, and she does, but the silence doesn't break. )
Um... Sakyo-san?
( she's cautious as she reaches forward, as though approaching a stray cat, fingertips brushing his wrist ever so gently. is he okay? it's not like she confessed to having been married already (and, given her only dating experience up to now... no. they were right to call that whole thing off). )
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seeing him fall silent, staring at her in a way that has Izumi shifting in her seat, under the microscope of his gaze, is not on that list.
she thinks maybe I should give him a moment, and she does, but the silence doesn't break. )
Um... Sakyo-san?
( she's cautious as she reaches forward, as though approaching a stray cat, fingertips brushing his wrist ever so gently. is he okay? it's not like she confessed to having been married already (and, given her only dating experience up to now... no. they were right to call that whole thing off). )