[She means it as a joke; she's half laughing when he responds, except her chest gets tighter and there's a nervous, frightened energy about her. Not of him, but of facing her feelings in front of him. She wets her lips again and she's smiling still. A small thing; the corners of her mouth dimpled. ]
Don't joke about it, I might take you seriously and ask for a dog on our anniversary.
[Her chest just gets tighter and tighter and when she breathes, she feels like she might burst. She glances up at him, through her lashes and - she could tell him, now. She could just say exactly how she feels and it'd be done with. She tickles under the kittens chin to keep her hands busy and tries to rearrange the words the right. ] You know I like you, right?
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Don't joke about it, I might take you seriously and ask for a dog on our anniversary.
[Her chest just gets tighter and tighter and when she breathes, she feels like she might burst. She glances up at him, through her lashes and - she could tell him, now. She could just say exactly how she feels and it'd be done with. She tickles under the kittens chin to keep her hands busy and tries to rearrange the words the right. ] You know I like you, right?