⋆ BEAT IT // TRUTH OR DARE

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Do I... Wanna play that?  The title of the game sounded... Familiar.  Vaguely, like an old forgotten song you could once hum but had since forgotten the tune and words of.  Only the lingering trace of a... Feeling remained. Suvi could not have played; none of the feeling originated from the once mute child.  Kiira struggled to grasp onto the lingering echo, attempting to dance the steps in her mind but tripping and stumbling.  No.  No I don't think I have... Do I want to?  It sounded rather... Attention-grabbing, and while she was not actually necessarily -- not in her own eyes -- a shy individual, she did not like the feeling of many eyes on her.  She did not like stumbling on her words, fidgeting, fighting for something comprehensible to say.

It made her fur prickle and her stomach twist in knots.  Her chest felt heavy and flighty: felt on fire, but iced over.  But she's smiling.  Neither the previous individual souls of Suvi and Kiira could ignore what made someone else happy enough to smile.  It can't be that bad.  It should be fun. 

Regardless, the petite vixen's unmatched hues seem to dart and flicker, twirling into a dance of uncertainty and apprehension.  Unnecessary apprehension.  I should make chamomile tea later.  "Okay."

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —