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ingram thought he detected a miniscule shift in furi's posture -- like something in ones' peripheral vision it was fleeting and he had no word for it. he would not have acted on that impression were it not for what she did next -- look away. ingram thought she was avoiding his gaze, and he realized something might be amiss. a frown worked its way to the bottom of his muzzle and he followed her gaze with confusion. was it him? had he said something?

like chusi, this girl was confusing. he didn't understand what had just happened and it showed evident as day on his troubled features. "yeah..." he answered in rejoinder, his reply tapering off as he too turned away. if she could not bear to look at him, he would not pressure her by staring.

it occurred to him far too late that he could possibly reel in the conversation and salvage this awkward meeting by asking her questions, but would it even be worth it? she seemed suddenly distant. "did i say something wrong?"