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Furi has never had much of a problem with shyness but she feels the need to draw in the moment her cheeks burn red. Somewhere with a mix of embarrassment and flattering it sits and she’s certain she could listen to Witchbaby’s voice all day. Something about it keeps her drawn it, letting go of the strained feeling of her cheeks. “Yeah…” she says like a child caught in an innocent lie, glancing down at her feet. Witchbaby inching forward hasn’t gone unnoticed and she wants to close the distance, but it is evident the other really doesn’t want to but the way her chest sits funny makes it difficult. “There’s a couple but,” she pauses and glances up. Blixen gives her attention the most but the others are pretty distant or uninterested and all she wants to do is break through to show them she can be like them, too. “There’s a lot going on, I guess,” she adds with a wrinkle of her nose.

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