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ᕙ Jimena: …W-What, girl? What?
ರೃ Lifa: Huh?! Nothing?!
Lifa unglues her red eyes from Jimena’s red eyes- both do. It’s as if a string had been connecting them eye to eye and they had to push to break it. Besides the Toy and Hawk, someone else seems to have noticed. Someone not so far away.
ᕙ Jimena: …Naaaaaaah nananana, we ain’t having this turkish drama bullshit, you listen to me!
ರೃ Lifa: Turkish drama? We- wait, you aren’t talking to me, are you?
ᕙ Jimena: Look, first of all, I like it when the bones actually have some meat on them. No offense.
ರೃ Lifa: -meat? NAH bitch, you just didn’t-
ᕙ Jimena: -WAIT, it’s not like- oh my god girl! Just- what do you even want me to say?!
Jimena had earnestly forgotten that the ‘talking to the air’ bit was just so Lifa could listen and not because it was necessary. Likely, it’s the nerves- given her face. And Lifa’s.
ᕙ Jimena: RIGHT! I get it!
ರೃ Lifa: Huh?!
Even the Priestess reels back.
ᕙ Jimena: When I told you ‘I love you’, you were looking at me, right? When I was kneeling and all that shit.
ರೃ Lifa: Yes? Right?
ᕙ Jimena: Right. So now, when you look at me, you think about that. You think of your girlfriend by association.
And yet, it gets awkward regardless.
ᕙ Jimena: OH WAIT, THAT WASN’T IT! That’s it! That’s what got me so stuck. Erika never actually used the SETR method!