Right. After all...there's something else we're both here for.
[Squaring her shoulders, she steps onto the other vacant tile, never letting go of their hand. If her heart was pounding earlier, it's absolutely hammering now, making her ears feel gummy and slightly submerged.
Only after she's fully stood the tile does Marcille duck her head a little bit, leaning into Dia's side and murmuring in a small voice that will be cut off by the light show.]
...Do I really look like that?
[She's sweating a bit nervously at this point, which Dia hopefully can't feel creeping down onto her palm against theirs. So yeah, she does kind of look like that.]
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[Squaring her shoulders, she steps onto the other vacant tile, never letting go of their hand. If her heart was pounding earlier, it's absolutely hammering now, making her ears feel gummy and slightly submerged.
Only after she's fully stood the tile does Marcille duck her head a little bit, leaning into Dia's side and murmuring in a small voice that will be cut off by the light show.]
...Do I really look like that?
[She's sweating a bit nervously at this point, which Dia hopefully can't feel creeping down onto her palm against theirs. So yeah, she does kind of look like that.]