Wild Berry Meadow i don’t believe in god but i believe in space jam

The first few seconds after asking the question, she immediately regrets it. Her ears slick back and her eyes widened and if she could, she’d scramble those words right back into her mouth. Each limb frees in place, waiting until the obvious comes out. “I know,” she says, then licks her lips, looking away. She can’t handle the stare anymore so she awkwardly begins to shuffle around in the snow. It had been a bad idea to even try and bring it up but there isn’t anything going on and there’s nothing for them to do and so now her mind won’t drop the topic. After a moment, lingering awkwardly and definitely not looking at Artaax, she offers her follow-up: “what I mean is… um, did you know she liked me?”