binch?

or do you not think so far ahead?

usually, asuka would be perfectly happy to talk about herself; in fact, she’d encourage him to compliment her and ask her how she was. but for once, the question surprised her, made evident by the widening of her eye and the curious tilt of her head.

It worried him. It nested at the back of his mind, a growing black mass that ate away from him. He pushed the feeling down, as far down as he possibly could. He regained his composure, just relieved Asuka seemed fine. He should ask her anyway... 

that still didn’t stop her from stepping forward to wrap slender arms around him, embracing him with every ounce of love she had for him. snuggling her face into his shoulder, asuka couldn’t help the small smile on her face either, despite the fact that he had played the worst prank e v e r on her.

The girl wrapped her arms around him and he hesitated to lay an arm around her shoulder, the other brushing her hair away from her face. A foreign word--German, he remembered--escaped her lips and that was the moment he realized he couldn't speak German for shit. "Yeah. Bonjour or something." 

✜ – his words struck fear in her heart, her face outwardly showing her emotions for a few moments ––– panic, sorrow, fear. it took everything she had to tear her eye away from him, looking at the ground instead. asuka pursed her lips for a moment, thinking of anything she could say to get herself out of this situation. it was all just a bad dream                         –––––––                               yeah!

Dave gave her a small sigh. "You're such a bad liar." He couldn't help but crack a smile and reach out to her, giving her a gentle shove. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Asuka." 

✜ – the girl blinked once, then twice, a look of pure confusion curving her features. her wide eye was locked on a head so familiar to her, one she had seen just about everyday for the last two years –––– there could be no mistake. making a bee-line towards the boy, she gingerly held her hand up to his shoulder before giving it a tentative tap.

He turned to look over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. Her hair seemed to strike a sense of familiarity, though he couldn't quite place where he'd seen it before. Maybe he'd seen her in another classroom while he was out trying to get a grip of where he had woken up. 

TG: no

TG: stop