[She was burning so badly against her cheeks she was unsure if the white fur would suffice anymore with covering her embarrassment.
Rolling about in nervousness, she stared up at the ceiling as she was offered his hand. For some reason, she was scared to touch it now.]
(Sniper thinks I'm pretty? Is that what you're trying to tell me? You like the way I look despite what I've done to my body? All these scars, all this eating... I've tried so hard to make myself unattractive and yet here you are, telling me I'm good looking.)
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Date: 2012-01-17 12:31 am (UTC)Rolling about in nervousness, she stared up at the ceiling as she was offered his hand. For some reason, she was scared to touch it now.]
(Sniper thinks I'm pretty? Is that what you're trying to tell me? You like the way I look despite what I've done to my body? All these scars, all this eating... I've tried so hard to make myself unattractive and yet here you are, telling me I'm good looking.)