[god, why is she such a literal disaster? why is she like this? college was supposed to be a new start, a chance to not be such a helpless, stammering mess around girls. will had wanted to make some friends, get out of her shell a little and maybe (maybe???) make out with a cute liberal arts major.
but as the blonde covers her mouth in a laugh, all that feels more and more impossible. will bites her lower lip, nodding helplessly, feeling her neck and ears slowly turn crimson.]
Y-Yeah. You. It's. It's pretty. You're -- the ribbon. Is pretty. [god why won't the floor open up and swallow her whole?? will's ready to slink away and maybe crawl into a hole somewhere when the girl -- edith, eddie, she'd introduced herself as on the first day of class -- seems to actually...remember her?
will's eyes get even wider and she nods, too emphatically.] Yeah! Yes. Willow. I-I mean, that's my name -- Willow, people call me Will. My friends call me Will. N-Not that we're friends, I-I don't know you. Yet. But.
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but as the blonde covers her mouth in a laugh, all that feels more and more impossible. will bites her lower lip, nodding helplessly, feeling her neck and ears slowly turn crimson.]
Y-Yeah. You. It's. It's pretty. You're -- the ribbon. Is pretty. [god why won't the floor open up and swallow her whole?? will's ready to slink away and maybe crawl into a hole somewhere when the girl -- edith, eddie, she'd introduced herself as on the first day of class -- seems to actually...remember her?
will's eyes get even wider and she nods, too emphatically.] Yeah! Yes. Willow. I-I mean, that's my name -- Willow, people call me Will. My friends call me Will. N-Not that we're friends, I-I don't know you. Yet. But.
[fuck.]
Yes. We have....art history together.