[Well, whatever Velvet was thinking prior to that moment is voided entirely by her surprise. Verosika's lips are really against her own— her weird hell mouth is on hers— and for some reason, Velvet doesn't hate it.
...She doesn't hate it? Why doesn't she hate it? Verosika smells good, and her lips are soft, and her hair is brushing against Velvet's face, and she wants so badly to—]
—Huh?
[Verosika should love the way Velvet almost chases her, leaning forward in a stupor when Verosika retreats, the way her big ol doll lashes bat like a fawn. And before her brain catches up, her mouth utters a confused—]
O—kay?
[Before it hits her that there are indeed eyes still on her. Watching her flounder. Velvet scrambles to her feet— doing that weird hip spin again to get herself up as quick as possible. With a look at Verosika, she opens her mouth and lifts a finger as if she's going to say something—
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...She doesn't hate it? Why doesn't she hate it? Verosika smells good, and her lips are soft, and her hair is brushing against Velvet's face, and she wants so badly to—]
—Huh?
[Verosika should love the way Velvet almost chases her, leaning forward in a stupor when Verosika retreats, the way her big ol doll lashes bat like a fawn. And before her brain catches up, her mouth utters a confused—]
O—kay?
[Before it hits her that there are indeed eyes still on her. Watching her flounder. Velvet scrambles to her feet— doing that weird hip spin again to get herself up as quick as possible. With a look at Verosika, she opens her mouth and lifts a finger as if she's going to say something—
and then turns around and books it.]