Her hands go to her hips. It's an automatic and instinctive response that matches her eyebrows coming down dangerously over her eyes.
She doesn't get him. Not at all. She's used to boys acting funny around her and she's used to them being confusing or frustrating but at least even then, to her at least, they kind of make sense. Clyde... every time she thinks she's got him figured out, he throws her for another loop and she doesn't know why it matters except it does. It really does and it's important and it's not just that she's supposed to take care of him, though there's that too. She likes him - in those brief moments when he's not being - male. Frustrating male. She huffs out through her nose at him and shifts up onto her knees because he's all but blocked her out where she's sitting. His gloves get scooped up and shaken at him.
"Look. I want to be your friend. I'm really trying. Stop being such a - a stubborn chocobo about it." The little sigh has her face softening and saddening, because she's not mad, she's just - she's tired of being pushed away and then almost welcomed back and then pushed away again. She isn't used to being rejected. It's a young gesture but she reaches out with her other hand and catches at his pinkie, just the tip, with her fingers. "What am I doing wrong? Tell me so I can fix it."
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She doesn't get him. Not at all. She's used to boys acting funny around her and she's used to them being confusing or frustrating but at least even then, to her at least, they kind of make sense. Clyde... every time she thinks she's got him figured out, he throws her for another loop and she doesn't know why it matters except it does. It really does and it's important and it's not just that she's supposed to take care of him, though there's that too. She likes him - in those brief moments when he's not being - male. Frustrating male. She huffs out through her nose at him and shifts up onto her knees because he's all but blocked her out where she's sitting. His gloves get scooped up and shaken at him.
"Look. I want to be your friend. I'm really trying. Stop being such a - a stubborn chocobo about it." The little sigh has her face softening and saddening, because she's not mad, she's just - she's tired of being pushed away and then almost welcomed back and then pushed away again. She isn't used to being rejected. It's a young gesture but she reaches out with her other hand and catches at his pinkie, just the tip, with her fingers. "What am I doing wrong? Tell me so I can fix it."