[There is just no way that those words which are so practiced and smooth should be slipping under her guard like that. But they are and they do. She doesn't blush, but those eyes of hers do widen for a split second before she huffs.]
Idiot.
[Lame come back is lame, which she is well-aware. But what can she say, she's not used to straight-out flattery from him. She turns away and takes another sip of her hot chocolate, but barely a second passes before she glances at him out of the corner of her eye again.]
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Idiot.
[Lame come back is lame, which she is well-aware. But what can she say, she's not used to straight-out flattery from him. She turns away and takes another sip of her hot chocolate, but barely a second passes before she glances at him out of the corner of her eye again.]