[It's somehow both mortifying and comforting that Aqua is so observant. Still, it's a conflicting sort of feeling where as much as she might want to hide her steadily reddening face, Maya can't seem to draw herself away. She's always thought Aqua was so very, very beautiful, but once he kisses her hair— her hair! How sweet!— it's like he's so brilliant he's almost painful to look at, a weight pressing on her chest the longer she looks at him.
It would be easy to say no— it's too much. Aqua probably wouldn't be upset eith her, or at least she isn't afraid he will be when he talks to her so sweet like that, but then— but then when would she ever get a chance like this again? To kiss someone like him... no, to kiss him, specifically. It's different, she realizes.
When Aqua gives Maya the chance to back out, she tightens her hold on his hand and his shirt.]
Nothat'sokayIwantfo—
[Too hurried, too flustered. She has to try again if she wants to be believed. It's impossible to make eye contact when she admits, like the bubbling of water from a spring—]
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It would be easy to say no— it's too much. Aqua probably wouldn't be upset eith her, or at least she isn't afraid he will be when he talks to her so sweet like that, but then— but then when would she ever get a chance like this again? To kiss someone like him... no, to kiss him, specifically. It's different, she realizes.
When Aqua gives Maya the chance to back out, she tightens her hold on his hand and his shirt.]
Nothat'sokayIwantfo—
[Too hurried, too flustered. She has to try again if she wants to be believed. It's impossible to make eye contact when she admits, like the bubbling of water from a spring—]
I mean— I want to. It's okay.
[Very effective.]
It's cool.