Lucy leans back on her hands, gazing intently at Dustin as he prepares himself and approaches. It could be said that she's thinking something over -- mostly words, which have a strange habit of coming more easily and less frequently sometimes when she's alone with him -- but then, inevitably, after the bare forearms and the cut of the shirt, she notices the socks.
Her brows furrow at the same time her face lights up: crossed wires. The same parts of her that would have been openly mocking several months ago now itch with an embarrassing mixture of amusement and affection. She laughs; as it echoes, her finger prods at his ankle like an editing pen.
"I should have asked you," Lucy realizes with faux sadness. To prom. "I could have stopped this from happening."
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Dustin & Lucy
Date: 2019-05-03 03:42 pm (UTC)Her brows furrow at the same time her face lights up: crossed wires. The same parts of her that would have been openly mocking several months ago now itch with an embarrassing mixture of amusement and affection. She laughs; as it echoes, her finger prods at his ankle like an editing pen.
"I should have asked you," Lucy realizes with faux sadness. To prom. "I could have stopped this from happening."