Her method is violent, but effective. Clumsily, he rises to his feet, taking time to wipe the dust off his clothes. Messy, messy. When he turns his gaze back to her, he notices that her cheeks are still a little red.]
You're still-
[With an index finger, he gestures to the side of his own face. Mid-sentence, Asher realizes that he probably shouldn't draw attention to her little predicament, so he clears his throat.]
Did I really freak you out that much?
[A surprisingly innocent question. It seems as though he doesn't truly understand the damage that his words can do, sometimes.]
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Her method is violent, but effective. Clumsily, he rises to his feet, taking time to wipe the dust off his clothes. Messy, messy. When he turns his gaze back to her, he notices that her cheeks are still a little red.]
You're still-
[With an index finger, he gestures to the side of his own face. Mid-sentence, Asher realizes that he probably shouldn't draw attention to her little predicament, so he clears his throat.]
Did I really freak you out that much?
[A surprisingly innocent question. It seems as though he doesn't truly understand the damage that his words can do, sometimes.]