Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Everything on Engel's list struck her as incredibly average-- disappointing, until the last one. That caught her off guard. In fact, it struck her in a strange sort of way.
She rubbed her head against him. I'll always be accepting of you, Engel. I like you... a lot.
Both lies, of course. The Messeda girl judged the hell out of him in her head. Because honestly he was kind of a loser. She supposed that, in a twisted sort of way, she liked him like that though.