[ Pidge is feeling pleasantly warm, funnily enough. Almost like she's floating a little bit. It's a strange feeling, one she's not familiar with, and she isn't sure why it's happening. She's trying not to think about it too hard - she's having a pretty heavy conversation after all - and trying to form a response when she feels Angel's lips press against her cheek. She blinks and turns her head to stare at Angel, cheeks slowly starting to turn a bright red.
She's not sure why.
Well, that's not true, she knows why, but it's hard to put it into words. She reaches up a hand in a slow gesture (everything feels like it's moving a bit slower than usual) and she rubs at her cheek. ]
(I - yeah. They're a lot like me, but - I mean. Thanks. I think. )
[ She's a bit flustered. And words are getting hard. ]
(I'm not going to give up anytime soon. It's not what I do. It's not who I am. I just... sorta wish that I knew what it was going to take to get them back.)
[ For some reason she's staring at Angel's lips and she suddenly feels awkward and Pidge's attention goes right back to the parade (or the tail-end of it, anyway), cheeks still red.
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She's not sure why.
Well, that's not true, she knows why, but it's hard to put it into words. She reaches up a hand in a slow gesture (everything feels like it's moving a bit slower than usual) and she rubs at her cheek. ]
( I - yeah. They're a lot like me, but - I mean. Thanks. I think. )
[ She's a bit flustered. And words are getting hard. ]
( I'm not going to give up anytime soon. It's not what I do. It's not who I am. I just... sorta wish that I knew what it was going to take to get them back. )
[ For some reason she's staring at Angel's lips and she suddenly feels awkward and Pidge's attention goes right back to the parade (or the tail-end of it, anyway), cheeks still red.
This tradition is stupid. ]