[ This is...strange. Like- like it feels like Cairo inviting her over for a sleepover, except more permanent. A boy inviting her over, that's only ever been for a single reason that...she's never really found pleasant.
But, Riley likes to think... Even if she's not very tuned into the dating scene, it doesn't seem like Giorno's flirting with her. She hasn't gotten a single vibe off of him like that. But what— what else could that mean?
She starts fiddling with— okay, so fun fact. It's been impossible to tell, under the coat that she simply will not take off, despite it being...very warm, incredibly warm, warm enough that she's starting to feel a little uncomfortable— but Riley's left hand is almost completely bandaged. It means they're even sweatier than they should be, and they sting, just a bit. Without thinking, she starts to play with the edge of the wrap. ]
There's, uh. [ Inviting her to stay. Inviting her to stay in a place with many other people. Not alone, not in that big small, empty house apartment, with nothing and no one, nothing only a little cat to keep her company. Her mouth is dry. All at once, it's tantalizing. It's terrifying. ] ...I don't...think I could adjust to that many people.
[ How utterly pathetic, she thinks. She's moved on to fiddling with the bandages on her palm, which are already slightly frayed at the edges; she's done this before. ]
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[ This is...strange. Like- like it feels like Cairo inviting her over for a sleepover, except more permanent. A boy inviting her over, that's only ever been for a single reason that...she's never really found pleasant.
But, Riley likes to think... Even if she's not very tuned into the dating scene, it doesn't seem like Giorno's flirting with her. She hasn't gotten a single vibe off of him like that. But what— what else could that mean?
She starts fiddling with— okay, so fun fact. It's been impossible to tell, under the coat that she simply will not take off, despite it being...very warm, incredibly warm, warm enough that she's starting to feel a little uncomfortable— but Riley's left hand is almost completely bandaged. It means they're even sweatier than they should be, and they sting, just a bit. Without thinking, she starts to play with the edge of the wrap. ]
There's, uh. [ Inviting her to stay. Inviting her to stay in a place with many other people. Not alone, not in that
bigsmall, emptyhouseapartment, withnothing and no one, nothingonly a little cat to keep her company. Her mouth is dry. All at once, it's tantalizing. It's terrifying. ] ...I don't...think I could adjust to that many people.[ How utterly pathetic, she thinks. She's moved on to fiddling with the bandages on her palm, which are already slightly frayed at the edges; she's done this before. ]