#sigraf

It was honestly apparent that Raffina cared too much and Sig cared too little. Not that Raf was extremely picky or anything, well, she was but not that picky and she’d make sure nobody forgot it, or that Sig didn’t care at all, it just seemed like they were at ends of a spectrum. Raffina was tough as nails, and Sig was perhaps as lax as one could get. They just seemed like completely different people in their friend group. (That could be said for a lot of their friend group, but it stuck out like a sore thumb between the two of them.)

So the two of them hanging out more and more simply didn’t make much sense. It felt fairly awkward at times, though not necessarily bad. Raf didn’t consider Sig a rival at all, they were skilled in whatever went inside their head honestly. If you asked her, she would’ve guessed bugs, but if she absolutely had to compliment the tenacity of the interest, they sure were interested in it. She had no care for it.

Yet, that was a ridiculous notion. Nothing in common at all, complete opposites. There had to be something making them hang out more! Ladies used their wits to solve complicated problems after all! Therefore, she’d solve this problem once and for all—

“Sure hang out more often.” Sig interrupted her thought process, making Raffina’s naturally rosy cheeks turn more rosy in both mixed frustration and embarrassment. Though her eyebrow raised at the mere mention. They were simply walking from school just a moment ago, with no real indication of starting such a conversation.

“Hm. I suppose you’re right. Do you wonder why?” Raffina asked, placing a hand on her hip.

“Not really.” Of course not, Raffina thought. She huffed a moment, shaking her head.

“Oh please, there’s got to be a reason or two.”

“Prolly.” A stunning conversation as always. It somewhat aggravated her to be the one who talked more than ever, but on the other hand she definitely got hints of headaches whenever her more excitable classmates had thoughts on their mind that they wanted to voice. She supposed that’s why she and Lidelle were rather friendly. A lightbulb going off in her mind.

“Well, you’re rather quiet.” Their bluntness was another topic.

“Guess so.”

“Though the other week I do remember you talked for what, ten minutes, about something or other?”

“Lightning bug.”

“Yes, that. Rather passionate.” She swore she could see a slight tinge on Sig’s cheeks, but she brushed it off. She didn’t wish to embarrass them, simply thinking out loud.

“You’re kinda too. ‘Bout yourself.” Sig added, scratching the back of their head.

Raffina scoffed, “That makes me sound completely narcissistic. I simply upkeep myself well, thank you very much.”

“Didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Sig shrugged, “Pretty is all.”

Forget her cheeks, she could feel her whole face become red, butterflies suddenly in her stomach, she blinked at how casually that was said. Her mouth became completely dry, lost on words. Sig’s eyes slightly looked away, though half-closed as always. Eventually Raffina forced a haughty laugh up her throat so the awkward silence wasn’t more awkward.

“Ohoho! Of course I am! Now, Puyo Battle! Fever!”

It was now Sig’s turn to be confused uttering out a confused ‘huh?’ as the game started. The confusing feelings still bubbled and bit at Raffina but for now she couldn’t find the right words. How does one counteract being called ‘pretty?’ to someone who didn’t mind being called whatever? She didn’t exactly know in that moment, so she supposed one of her other favorite compliments would have to do- Strong. And she knew well that Sig was particularly strong in Fever mode.