[She's noticed him watching her, when she slipped out for meals, when she lingered in a common room. Perhaps not as quickly as she should have realized, but quickly enough. She didn't say anything. She didn't understand, and it itched at her, the unprovoked attention, the ceaseless scrutiny. He reminds her of her gods.
So she did nothing, resisted the urge to shrivel into her wallflower's camouflage wrap dress and slink fortified into her room. She awaited contact. And now he has. Quietly, subtly, with the buffer of text, everything between them sifted through the tiny bottleneck of plain letters. She turned to look when she heard him enter, but she turns away again now, bows her head, as though neither of them are here for the other, and replies in kind.]
it isssssssss it is arcticly cool
So she did nothing, resisted the urge to shrivel into her wallflower's camouflage wrap dress and slink fortified into her room. She awaited contact. And now he has. Quietly, subtly, with the buffer of text, everything between them sifted through the tiny bottleneck of plain letters. She turned to look when she heard him enter, but she turns away again now, bows her head, as though neither of them are here for the other, and replies in kind.]
Why not?