[Despite everything, she still manages to be surprised.
When he takes her hands, she automatically squeezes back, holds onto him as if she has no intentions of letting go. Then when he says that - she blinks in confusion, in surprise. Then she can't help but feel a bit flustered, heat rising to her cheeks even as she can't tear her eyes away from him as she wonders out loud - ]
Mao likes... me?
[And the emphasis worked on getting it through to her, coupled along with the simplicity of his words. It gets her heartbeat to pick up again as she looks at him in wonder.]
Oбещание....? Promise? You are not....
[Lying? But then again, Mao would never lie to her, would he? It's that sort of realization that manages to get her expression to settle on something sincerely happy, pleased and excited all at once as she nods.]
Ah... because Anya promises. I promise that I like you too. Um... The like kind of like.... if that is okay?
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When he takes her hands, she automatically squeezes back, holds onto him as if she has no intentions of letting go. Then when he says that - she blinks in confusion, in surprise. Then she can't help but feel a bit flustered, heat rising to her cheeks even as she can't tear her eyes away from him as she wonders out loud - ]
Mao likes... me?
[And the emphasis worked on getting it through to her, coupled along with the simplicity of his words. It gets her heartbeat to pick up again as she looks at him in wonder.]
Oбещание....? Promise? You are not....
[Lying? But then again, Mao would never lie to her, would he? It's that sort of realization that manages to get her expression to settle on something sincerely happy, pleased and excited all at once as she nods.]
Ah... because Anya promises. I promise that I like you too. Um... The like kind of like.... if that is okay?