[Another stop, her feet freezing on the spot, and another confused whine from Valo while Ilsa's own eyes go wide.]
You...?
[For a moment, she's sure she feels her heart thump in her chest, and a violent flutter surge through her stomach that sends a flush right into her cheeks.
Did she hear him right, or is he just slurring his words? No, surely he must mean something else...? That he likes her as a colleague. That he likes that she's doing this for him. Surely he wouldn't mean it that way, and that the first time a man ever said that to her wasn't when he was literally drunk off his ass.
Yeah, no. It's definitely the alcohol talking.
... Again.
With a more firm hold, Ilsa adjusts him again and keeps walking.]
Tch. We are going to keep you off the alcohol for a while.
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You...?
[For a moment, she's sure she feels her heart thump in her chest, and a violent flutter surge through her stomach that sends a flush right into her cheeks.
Did she hear him right, or is he just slurring his words? No, surely he must mean something else...? That he likes her as a colleague. That he likes that she's doing this for him. Surely he wouldn't mean it that way, and that the first time a man ever said that to her wasn't when he was literally drunk off his ass.
Yeah, no. It's definitely the alcohol talking.
... Again.
With a more firm hold, Ilsa adjusts him again and keeps walking.]
Tch. We are going to keep you off the alcohol for a while.