the blonde fidgets where she stood, her lip becoming assulted by the sharpness of her canines. before a nervous word was spoken, her mouth grew a familiar metallic that invaded beneath her tongue; she wasn’t aware she bit so hard.
"…—um. ku-… I never ‘dun tha’.
‘cos… um— kunara never ‘dun
her face turned an obsure red, where she slapped both her hands against her face and turned away. couched where she stood, she growled at the stranger for asking an unknownity of a question. and a question that left her feeling so embarrassed.