[She's regained enough to throw herself headfirst in to confusion, but not enough to respond to his banter like she'd normally. To blush or stammer out some excuse, push him back or start fussing at him even though she wasn't really cross with him at all.
Pokemon...
She shrugged, fingers clutching her own elbows too tight for comfort.]
no subject
Pokemon...
She shrugged, fingers clutching her own elbows too tight for comfort.]
Few, 'fore I got tired a the mad blabberin'.