That brought her up short for a moment. Why was she still teasing him about this?
"You're acting all weird about it," she said slowly, half thinking aloud. "Like it's this super-embarrassing thing, to admit that sometimes you play this one game. Like this one thing will completely overwhelm your personality if you don't immediately put some distance between you and it."
She closed her eyes, rubbing her chest with her fingertips. There was a strange feeling beneath her breast bone, strange because it felt like it had always been there and she was just now noticing it.
"I like scuba diving, but that doesn't make me a jock." She curled in on herself a little, squeezing her eyes more tightly shut as she tried to grasp her reasoning. "It's just a thing I enjoy doing, it doesn't make me me; not anymore than sewing my own clothes does. I don't need to defend it because it doesn't take anything away from me either. Who cares if other people don't think it's a 'Goth' hobby? Screw 'em, they don't get to choose for me. I get to choose." She opened her eyes, but they didn't really focus on anything, pupils dotted in fields of golden-brown. "It doesn't define you, so why is it embarrassing?"
She shuddered, like a person on the edge of sleep, and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. She blinked and shook her head, and her eyes focused on Raph again.
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"You're acting all weird about it," she said slowly, half thinking aloud. "Like it's this super-embarrassing thing, to admit that sometimes you play this one game. Like this one thing will completely overwhelm your personality if you don't immediately put some distance between you and it."
She closed her eyes, rubbing her chest with her fingertips. There was a strange feeling beneath her breast bone, strange because it felt like it had always been there and she was just now noticing it.
"I like scuba diving, but that doesn't make me a jock." She curled in on herself a little, squeezing her eyes more tightly shut as she tried to grasp her reasoning. "It's just a thing I enjoy doing, it doesn't make me me; not anymore than sewing my own clothes does. I don't need to defend it because it doesn't take anything away from me either. Who cares if other people don't think it's a 'Goth' hobby? Screw 'em, they don't get to choose for me. I get to choose." She opened her eyes, but they didn't really focus on anything, pupils dotted in fields of golden-brown. "It doesn't define you, so why is it embarrassing?"
She shuddered, like a person on the edge of sleep, and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. She blinked and shook her head, and her eyes focused on Raph again.
"Ugh. That was weird."