[ Yang has so many questions right there. Interspersed with the more pressing ones ("What just happened?" "Did she just do that or did I just do that?") were unimportant, conflicting thoughts ("That felt really good." "Does she use chapstick, or was that just ...?")
—everything comes to a neck-twisting, screeching halt when she notices Weiss's own demeanor take a turn for the embarrassed. Yang doesn't go flush often, or easily, but even she's feeling a different kind of heat flooding her face just then. And it's tying up her tongue, to boot. ]
Um. Wait. Weiss, I — I mean, I can explain? [ She is 0% sure that she can explain anything of the last like half a minute. Or was it longer? Oh god hopefully it wasn't longer that would be even MORE to explain which she would have LESS confidence in doing.
Yang's also reaching out toward Weiss but doesn't actually move to get between her and the door. ]
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—everything comes to a neck-twisting, screeching halt when she notices Weiss's own demeanor take a turn for the embarrassed. Yang doesn't go flush often, or easily, but even she's feeling a different kind of heat flooding her face just then. And it's tying up her tongue, to boot. ]
Um. Wait. Weiss, I — I mean, I can explain? [ She is 0% sure that she can explain anything of the last like half a minute. Or was it longer? Oh god hopefully it wasn't longer that would be even MORE to explain which she would have LESS confidence in doing.
Yang's also reaching out toward Weiss but doesn't actually move to get between her and the door. ]