She'd just been stalling, trying to figure out a way to regain her footing in this non-conversation, but it seems like a lost cause. Giving in to Rose's touch, she puts her face against Rose's shoulder, making a small noise in the back of her throat. There's something she needs to express but she's not sure exactly what it is or what form it will take when articulated. Will it be sweet, or frightening, or strange? It's something that Pearl, and also probably no other pearl, has ever dared to feel or say.
Voice muffled by a cascade of pink hair, she says, "Rose, I meant what I was saying."
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She'd just been stalling, trying to figure out a way to regain her footing in this non-conversation, but it seems like a lost cause. Giving in to Rose's touch, she puts her face against Rose's shoulder, making a small noise in the back of her throat. There's something she needs to express but she's not sure exactly what it is or what form it will take when articulated. Will it be sweet, or frightening, or strange? It's something that Pearl, and also probably no other pearl, has ever dared to feel or say.
Voice muffled by a cascade of pink hair, she says, "Rose, I meant what I was saying."