- Mar 13, 2015
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"Haha! You think that'll be good? Apple slices on pizza? But since pizza is technically meat pie, won't that make apple pizza an apple pie instead..?"
Eve hummed thoughtfully, not even knowing she had already thought out loud. She was genuinely trying to figure out that logic between pizza and apples, and it somehow consumed her for a while. She was staring at Miya's pocket the whole time, the one where she placed one apple, while one hand rested on her chin. She flinched when she snapped out, and shot Miya an apologetic look, again. "S-Sorry, I wasn't trying to say anything with that," she said, her hands stretching out a little and making a slightly defensive gesture.
She sighed after that, her hands limply falling to her sides. "Oh well... So... Do you want to go to a pizza house now?" She was thinking, it would be nice to treat someone like Miya who had extreme metabolism. She almost never gets to treat anyone so she was looking forward to them eating out. It didn't matter that they just met, she already really liked her anyway. And she wanted to pay her back however she can for doing her a favor.
She looked at her shirt. The blots of paint on it reminded her again of what happened downstairs. "I need to go get changed before anything else..."
Eve hummed thoughtfully, not even knowing she had already thought out loud. She was genuinely trying to figure out that logic between pizza and apples, and it somehow consumed her for a while. She was staring at Miya's pocket the whole time, the one where she placed one apple, while one hand rested on her chin. She flinched when she snapped out, and shot Miya an apologetic look, again. "S-Sorry, I wasn't trying to say anything with that," she said, her hands stretching out a little and making a slightly defensive gesture.
She sighed after that, her hands limply falling to her sides. "Oh well... So... Do you want to go to a pizza house now?" She was thinking, it would be nice to treat someone like Miya who had extreme metabolism. She almost never gets to treat anyone so she was looking forward to them eating out. It didn't matter that they just met, she already really liked her anyway. And she wanted to pay her back however she can for doing her a favor.
She looked at her shirt. The blots of paint on it reminded her again of what happened downstairs. "I need to go get changed before anything else..."