(Man, I hope I set up all those links correctly.) ^^;
This brings us to the current page. Rain, with her confidence probably shot after that incident a few pages back, still wants to make a move, but really can't get the words out. This leaves the ball in Emily's court, but she's not much better in this instance, probably due to her own conflicting feelings.
All the blushing and stammering is cute and all, but where do things go from here? Do you agree with Chanel? Is it going to happen soon? And if it does, who will say it, how, and to what outcome?
I know I usually post long, detailed responses, but I only have five words for this page...
THIS SHIP NEEDS TO SAIL
*steers S.S Raimily into harbor, yelling 'SHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIP' at the top of my lungs*
Unfortunately I'll probably have to get a haircut soon (hopefully the last dress code haircut I'll need). It's weird because it's only now that I've really been able to get it to grow long enough for it to take a vestige of its true shape-not straight like my dad's, or curly like my mom's but wavy, a sort of in between. However the haircut and seeing all the girls at dance rehearsal...talk about doubling down on the dysphoria. Ugh,
Okay, here's the plan: we already know that Maria and Chanel holding hands is enough to get Rain to fantasize, therefore Maria should give Chanel the world's biggest "I'm a flaming dike" kiss which will cause Rain and Emily to fully realize what they're missing.
THIS SHIP NEEDS TO SAIL
*steers S.S Raimily into harbor, yelling 'SHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIP' at the top of my lungs*
HNNNNNNG
This is like Girl Friends, they keep basically playing crush tag and ARGH YOU'RE ADORABLE TOGETHER JUST DO IT
God they are SO CUTE together.
Unfortunately I'll probably have to get a haircut soon (hopefully the last dress code haircut I'll need). It's weird because it's only now that I've really been able to get it to grow long enough for it to take a vestige of its true shape-not straight like my dad's, or curly like my mom's but wavy, a sort of in between. However the haircut and seeing all the girls at dance rehearsal...talk about doubling down on the dysphoria. Ugh,
Now it's almost to my waist, and I love it. :D
Just screwing with ya.