Sara watched him intently. He was turning away from her, and Sara wished he wouldn't, feeling a faint, stinging indignation when he refused to face her. She hated the idea that anything might serve as a barrier between them. She watched her twin sweep a hand through his hair, and she felt her heart thump. She wanted to do that for him, run her hands through it and feel its softness, and caress the handsome lines of his face, but she had more important things to think about.
"Don't be so nervous," she said, still gently, but there was a firmness lurking underneath it that Setsuna was sure to recognize. "We're going to be in this together, whether you want us to be or not, so you might as well get used to it. Like you said, I'm going to see it anyway. Or somebody will, at least. You can't hide forever, Setsuna."
She kicked a little, sending her skirt slipping down with the sudden movement. That made Sara squeak in embarrassment and she right herself with impressive speed, hair swinging wildly the sudden movement. Blushing, she pressed down on her skirt. She wondered if she'd made a bad impression on the people observing them. She really, really hoped not.
She followed Setsuna's eyeline to the timers, feeling a stab of anxiety as she watched the seconds tick by, but she didn't keep her vision there for long. Still embarrassed, she let her gaze drift downward to her skirt as her hands pressed down on the fabric, smoothing it out unnecessarily. "You're changing the subject," she said quietly. "Honestly, Setsuna, do you think I can't tell when you do that?"
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"Don't be so nervous," she said, still gently, but there was a firmness lurking underneath it that Setsuna was sure to recognize. "We're going to be in this together, whether you want us to be or not, so you might as well get used to it. Like you said, I'm going to see it anyway. Or somebody will, at least. You can't hide forever, Setsuna."
She kicked a little, sending her skirt slipping down with the sudden movement. That made Sara squeak in embarrassment and she right herself with impressive speed, hair swinging wildly the sudden movement. Blushing, she pressed down on her skirt. She wondered if she'd made a bad impression on the people observing them. She really, really hoped not.
She followed Setsuna's eyeline to the timers, feeling a stab of anxiety as she watched the seconds tick by, but she didn't keep her vision there for long. Still embarrassed, she let her gaze drift downward to her skirt as her hands pressed down on the fabric, smoothing it out unnecessarily. "You're changing the subject," she said quietly. "Honestly, Setsuna, do you think I can't tell when you do that?"