[ There are way too many thoughts in Pidge's head right now and she can't keep all of them locked up when she's sharing a mental link with someone. There's a bit of embarrassment, a bit of mild panic, some confusion. A rush of warm feelings when she remembers the way the kiss felt and then a stubborn tamping down of that.
Is she supposed to like being kissed on the cheek that much? Is that normal? Is she weird? She's probably weird. She's always weird.
Breath. In, out. This is fine.
She's fine.
Pidge takes a deep breath and another drink from her cup. Just to help her cope and keep herself occupied. ]
(Well, yeah. Me being here is all kinds of impossible, but here I am. So I don't discount that. Then again, it's probably not statistically impossible, just statistically unlikely-)
[ Pidge pauses and then reaches out to take the ribbon, almost automatically. That blush is back. ]
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Is she supposed to like being kissed on the cheek that much? Is that normal? Is she weird? She's probably weird. She's always weird.
Breath. In, out. This is fine.
She's fine.
Pidge takes a deep breath and another drink from her cup. Just to help her cope and keep herself occupied. ]
( Well, yeah. Me being here is all kinds of impossible, but here I am. So I don't discount that. Then again, it's probably not statistically impossible, just statistically unlikely- )
[ Pidge pauses and then reaches out to take the ribbon, almost automatically. That blush is back. ]
Uh. Thanks? I think? What do I do with it now?