( They're alone like this all the time. Sitting together, talking idly, casual...
But somehow, with the snow falling outside, Shealtiel is increasingly more aware of the close proximity, the awkwardness of having nothing to say, and the fact that Azula seems to still be fine with staying with him even when he has a horrible selection of "food".
He feels... nervous? It's uncomfortable. Scary, almost. He kind of wants to run away, but there's nowhere to go.
So he steps away from the window and back to the couch, flopping down into a seat. )
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But somehow, with the snow falling outside, Shealtiel is increasingly more aware of the close proximity, the awkwardness of having nothing to say, and the fact that Azula seems to still be fine with staying with him even when he has a horrible selection of "food".
He feels... nervous? It's uncomfortable. Scary, almost. He kind of wants to run away, but there's nowhere to go.
So he steps away from the window and back to the couch, flopping down into a seat. )
So... What should we do now?